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    Yusuke's luck is runs dry when he transfers to a brand new school. Thanks to his rotten luck, and a series of unfortunate events, he's left on the streets with nowhere to live. Just when he's given up all hope, he runs into Asumi, and old friend who claims she owes him a debt she still has to pay back. Upon hearing of his struggle, she begrudgingly invites him to live in her dorm, with her two roommates. The problem? It's a strictly girls-only dorm! And so, naturally, Yusuke has to dress as a girl on his way to and from class every day. And since here's lodging there for free, he's forced to do all of the housework, and sleep in the closet. It seems our hero just can't catch a break, and to top it off, his feelings towards his new roommates begin to shift into something significantly less platonic...
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  2. You have been transported to a world where Omo is just common place and everyone is into it. What are you going to say when you smoothly walk up to that hottie you’ve been eying up at the bar? Please share the best and or worst Omorashi pickup lines you can think of. I would share an example, but I’m not particularly creative enough.
  3. Hello again everyone! Recently, I was watching some of my old childhood cartoons from Nick Jr. for a good nostalgia kick, when I came across an old episode I totally forgot about containing a wetting "accident," teaching kids how accidents are a normal part of potty-training. Well, my omo-corrupted mind simply could not leave this innocent little idea alone, so I heavily changed it around to fit my special wetting needs! (MUAHAHAHA!) Introducing Matty and Ky! Two young adult best of friends living in their own special forest community dedicated to the child at heart. Ky has a special day planned with Matty as he finished building his new toy, but Matty has been up to some new, FUN things as well she's willing to share ONLY with her closest of friends.... As a warning: this story contains scenes of VERY detailed and explicit peeing / wetting and sexual content. Also don't worry, there are no underage characters in this short story. This is simply a one-off I decided to write and do not currently have any plans on expanding it, but let me know what you think and if you enjoyed! So without further ado: Matty & Ky's Playdate Surprise! In a remote land, deep in a rural forest, laid the Woodland community. A small, spread-out and only loosely-defined community that could best be described as made up of those that live forever young at heart. It was easy to spot the few residents of this forest community, as their attire resembled what the outside world would normally consider putting on 4 and 5-year-old children. This community were all close friends with one another and generally young, ranging from older teenagers to late 20-somethings. These folk would spend their working hours making an honest living of growing their own foods and building their own houses and furniture from scratch. This was not as a disregard for the outside world, but as a way to experience life at it’s purest, free from evil corruption that have plagued so many parts of the outside world. In the peoples’ free time, many would play with one another on their own playgrounds and in their front yards. This sort of environment certainly was not for everyone, but for those few that genuinely wanted to escape to a world where they would never have to truly grow up, this could be heaven on earth, a real-life Neverland, if you will. Now, located deep within this forest laid a small, quaint house that almost looked like it was originally modeled in a children’s coloring book. Some people, particularly those from out of this area, might find a place like this too silly-looking to consider permanent residence, but not its current resident. It was the weekend and there was a clear sense of peace in the air. The birds were singing, and the smell of pine filled the nose of anyone walking by. One person, in particular, was a well-tanned, handsome young man no older than 19, bouncing around on his way to the front door of this childish-looking home. He was wearing his favorite green and yellow button-up shirt and denim shorts, carrying a large toy truck in his hands. He must have something specific…..something FUN on his mind. *KNOCK KNOCK* went the heavy hooped ring attached to the door. After a moment, it creaked open, revealing a short young-lady with the curliest auburn hair you’ve ever seen messily wrapped into a bun “Ky! You finished it!” screeched the mousey girl right before bouncing into a wide hug across the boy’s chest. “Woah careful, Matty! I just put the last touches on it!“ said the equally enthusiastic boy. The tiny, excited girl fell off her young male friend. She just couldn’t stop smiling, her face radiated as her bright yellow shirt and baggy blue shorts made her white-as-snow skin shine brightly. The joy in the air was shared by Ky, as he had been preparing for this day. Matty and Ky had been the bestest of friends since the former settled in the Woodland. At the age of 18, she wanted nothing more than to enjoy a stress-free life where she could do whatever she wanted. The small Woodland community welcomed her with open arms, conducting a multitude of get-together playdates and helping build her brand-new home from freshly cut wood and homemade paint. Being the lover of toys she was, Matty most closely bonded with Ky and his enthusiasm to build his own cars, trains, and any other fast-moving toy you could think of! “Come on! Come on! I already have the track setup near my sandbox!” Matty pleaded. The two rushed into the house’s backyard and towards the designated track, with a shiny, breezy sunlight beaming down on the two through the large trees surrounding them. Since he had been working all day, Ky was already getting parched. “Hey, sorry to ask, but do you have anything to sip-on? I need to stay hydrated for this event!” Ky said as he set his new truck down. “Oh silly, don’t you dare be sorry for being thirsty!” the boy couldn’t help but blush at Matty’s cute bundled-up energy. She grabbed his hand and led him through a wooden back-door into her little kitchen. She opened up her ice-box and took out a large chilled jar of sweet lemonade. Without even getting anything else, she carried the jar back outside. “Goodness! Are we gonna be drinking all that?” said a conspicuous Ky. “Well I definitely don’t plan on doing anything else but playing today! What’s it been now, two? Three weeks since you started on that truck?” “It’s only been 5 days!” said the giggling toymaker. “Oh? Am I really that impatient?” Matty smugly gleamed at her friend as she handed him the lemonade jar. “Hehe, I would say more anxious than impatient,” Ky playfully responded as he started his first mighty gulps of the lemonade. “Ohhhh turn it on! Turn it on! I wanna see it go!” Matty was bobbing up and down in absolute excitement, her curly bun bouncing like a million little springs back and forth as her eyes were filled with awe. Ky gave the jar back to the giddy girl and flipped open a top compartment, revealing a minuscule solar panel, and with that, the truck took off! Racing around Matty’s per-determined track around her sandbox full of similar toys. “AHHH IT’S WORKING! Now let’s race!” Matty took a few swigs of her lemonade and cannonballed into her sandbox, grabbing one of her favorite cars, as Ky grabbed his truck and prepared to place it back at the starting line. A little over an hour went by, and nature surrounding the two young fun-lovers wasn’t the only nature that was calling. As the miniature vehicles raced for the hundredth time around their arranged track, Ky instinctively squeezed his upper legs together. That lemonade seemed to have hastily made it through. “Hey Matty, may I use your bathroom? That lemonade of yours might have worked a bit TOO well, hehehe,” he attempted to make light of the situation. “Oh Ky! I’ve been meaning to tell you about this! It’s so exciting, but only the bestest of friends can know, ok!?” the girl eagerly approached Ky. “Hmm? Did you secretly re-do your bathroom?” “Well, sorta!” Matty stated seemingly proudly, “I turned it into an arts and craft room!” she expelled. “Wow! Really?” Ky responded, but was unfortunately getting more desperate to go as the minutes flew by. “But, where’s your new bathroom?” he asked almost pleadingly, starting to unconsciously bop slightly in place. “Don’t have one!” Matty once again stated proudly. “Ah, so you go outdoors now, good idea to save on water.” “Wrong again!” Matty responded. By now, Ky was stumped, and he needed to know where to go NOW, before made a possible mess in his friend’s backyard. Matty could see the confusion on her friend’s face. “Hehehe, watch this…” the excited young girl reached toward her belt line on her baggy shorts, causing Ky to open his eyes widely in what she could possibly be doing. Down fell her shorts, and what was revealed made Ky’s mouth fall open as well. Matty was wearing nothing more underneath than a giant, white, fluffy diaper with two simple yellow tapes to keep it safely fastened to her waist. “Ta-da! This is my bathroom now! Whatcha think!?” the juvenile girl exclaimed. After Ky got past the initial surprise, he shook his head and wondered how he could possibly respond to something like that. This was his first time seeing anybody other than a baby wearing such a garment, and it seemed specially made for bigger kids like Matty as well. “I-I don’t… I mean, why do you want to wear…..diapers…now?” “Well,” she figured “I moved out here for the sake of freedom! To do exactly what I want, as I want, how I want! I figured, ya know? There’s something fun and comforting about diapees I was never able to let go of growing up. Now that I don’t have to deal with the outside world’s expectations anymore, I thought I’d try my own new way of living!” Ky was still partially perplexed at her decision-making that led her to wanting to wear puffy diapers, but it did fit in well with the community’s recurring themes of playfulness and childishness they were so good at conveying. He also couldn’t get past the fact that Matty looked absolutely adorable standing there with a prideful grin, hands on her sides, baggy blue shorts at her feet, and that large-sized cushy pamp being used as her new underwear. “Y-you, uhm, wow…you look really cute, that’s for sure” Thank you!” she said while jumping onto Ky for another big hug, this time being able to easily hear the extra-loud *crinkle *crinkle* of her cloth and plastic pamper. The squeeze she gave him then gave way to his bladder starting to give in, as a few spurts from him were let out into his own shorts. “Ah! Matty, Stop! I really gotta go now!” she fell off of Ky and looked back at him, now with both legs obviously crossed and hands to his crotch, possibly hiding and potential spurts of an accident. “Ohh, I have an idea!” Matty pulled up her shorts quickly, purposely keeping her diaper waistline visible to tease Ky even more, and ran inside her home through the back door, only to return a second later, with one of her massive, folded diapers in hand. “Here ya go! Fresh from the deliveryman!” Matty held out the free white diaper to her desperate male friend. “Uhhm” Ky responded, “Are you sure that’s my only choice?” it looked as though he was genuinely considering using it, now that his lemonade-filled bladder could not wait any longer for relief. “Well it’s either that or……wait a second,” said Matty, now taking back the diaper and hiding it behind her back, “I don’t think you need this after all, you can clearly hold it until you find a real potty.” She smiled in a cute but devious way to Ky, who wasn’t letting go of his crotch at this point. “O-oh gosh Matty, I can’t wait much longer! Why don’t I just go in the bushes over there? Ky pointed out to the deep wilderness extended past Matty’s backyard. “Welllll, you could do that if you wanted….” Matty stepped closer to Ky, barely hanging onto his pee as he had an obvious small bump of a totally filled bladder protruding from him. “or you could just, ya know, prove you need to wear diapees!” as she finished that sentence, she gave a small *poke* at Ky’s bladder bump, setting off an immediate chain reaction. “AHH O-OH GOSH…OOHHHhhhhhhh,” at that moment, Ky’s bladder was finally released into his poor denim shorts. Matty giggled to herself as Ky’s pee went *HISSSSSSS* into his precious tighty whities, then soaking through into his pants. Starting from the front and center of his weenie, a massive dark wet spot began to form and take over the whole front of his shorts! There was no point holding back now, as Ky let his arms fall to his sides as he peed himself silly. It was like a huge balloon of pressure in his body had suddenly *POPPED* and the relief from such overwhelmed him. “Hhhhhaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” he sighed in excess as Matty giddily looked on at her best friend in the whole world totally wet himself in her own backyard. The hissing of the urine continued as several streaks of it flowed down Ky’s legs as it splashed and spurted from the inside of his shorts. The pee ran across is bare feet and made a small puddle in the spot of grass he was standing in. If he were to move his feet even slightly, he would be splashing his own pee around like it was a rain puddle. The slight coldness that presented itself that day made the warm pee of his slightly steam off his legs, making the whole scene of his accident even more spread out. The wet flow of his pissing went on for a little over a minute before the waterworks had finally subsided. Ky was breathing extra heavy as he began to realize what he had just been doing for the past minute while being in an entirely different world of relief and release. His face turned red as a tomato as he stood there in the steaming puddle of his own warm liquidy bodily waste. Matty couldn’t stop giggling as Ky’s face turned to her’s in total embarrassment. Her giggles turned into an out loud burst of laughter, putting Ky in a sea of complete shame. “HAHAHA, WOW, you really do need diapees, huh!? HAHA!” Ky stepped out of his freshly made puddle, almost looking like was about to cry out of disgrace. His best friend in the whole world made him do this and now she’s laughing at him for peeing in his pants? Matty quickly caught on to his facial expression. “OH! Oh, Ky, I didn’t mean it like that! I was just teasing is all. “Well, I didn’t want to ruin my shorts…” is all he could come up with as a single tear rolled down his cheek. Matty, now looking regretful for prompting him to do such an act, stood there for a sec out of contemplation, but then quickly grabbed Ky’s hand. “Come on, silly! Let’s fix you all up!” Matty pulled the sad, wet boy into her house through the back door and through the kitchen area. Near the kitchen was a washpot with a washboard and ringer inside. “Come on, wet shorts please!” Matty held out her hand waiting for her friend to comply. “I-in front of you?” the boy asked nervously. “Ky, sweetie, I’m here to help. Let Matty-girl take over for a bit. Her house, her rules! Now off with those messy shorts!” she now demanded. Her friskiness in the demand set Ky off, “y-yes ma’am.” He obliged to the younger girl in the room. Unbuttoning the wet mess of shorts, he pulled them off himself and handed them over, leaving only his sopping wet and yellow-stained tighty whities left. “Hehehe, cute undies,” Matty slyly got in, “but I’m gonna need those as well, come on!” Now Ky wasn’t too sure about this. “I-I don’t think so…” he mumbled. “Oh yes you are!” Matty said loudly as she walked over and manually pulled down his soaking wet underwear down, exposing his most private of regions. “H-hey! What the heck!” Ky said with the reddest of cheeks accumulating. Matty answered with his underwear at his feet. “No friend of mine is staying in my home with peed undies on! It’s a new rule I came up with!” Ky nervously obliged as he stepped out of his wet undies, now standing in Matty’s kitchen with only his exposed junk and a t-shirt on. Matty threw the undies into the washpot and grabbed Ky’s hand again, leading him back outside. “Ah! Wait!” Ky shouted as Matty threw him into the center of her backyard. “Someone is gonna see me!” “Not on my watch! Now watch out!” Ky turned around to see his friend carrying a a large hose aiming right at him! Before he could even respond, the nozzle sprayed out the COLDEST water onto Ky from his waist down! “Hey, hey-heheHAHA! That tickles-pffttHAHAHA! STAAHAHAHA-“ Matty couldn’t keep herself from laughing either, as she has been dying to have a water-fight with a friend ever since moving to the Woodland. “HAH! That’s what you get for being defiant!” she said as she blasted her best friend with water, cleaning him from his pee-mess in the process. The two’s laughter could be heard from miles away, that’s how much thrilling fun they were having in that moment. After a good few minutes of this, Matty decided that was enough. Ky was barely recovering from his easily ticklish laughter as Matty once again grabbed his arm and pulled him back into her home, this time settling for the open living room. “Now it’s time for the REAL fun to begin, mister! Lay down riiiiiight there.” Matty pointed to her homemade rug in her wood-lodge living room. By now, Ky wasn’t so nervous anymore about trying on the large diaper she offered. Matty clearly knew what she was doing, and it didn’t hurt to try new things every so often, right? “Alrighty, missy, let’s see what this is all about.” Matty grinned in response and went to grab the big pamper from earlier as Ky laid his bare tush down in preparation. “I gotta little of this and a little of that too!” she said walking back into the living room, carrying her own mineral oil and talcum powder in hand. “Butt up!” she said to the boy laying there on her soft rug. Ky did his best to reach his behind and genitals up in the air as Matty unfolded and placed the extra soft, cushy padding underneath his rear. As his butt hit the padding, a strange, tingling sense of nostalgia hit Ky like never before, instantly feeling a sense of softness and comfort he hadn’t felt in many years. Before he could elate in such a feeling, Matty, was spraying the cold mineral oil allll over his privates. “Hehe, your wiener is just small enough to fit into the protective part of the padding.” The girl teased. “Hey, that’s what happens when you spray cold stuff all over a guy’s….you know…parts!” “Doesn’t make my statement any less correct.” She replied, finishing up the pouring of the oil. Next came the powder and good golly did she go overboard on it quite a bit. Pump and pump after pump after PUMP of the homemade powder covered each and every bit of skin in Ky’s crotch area, as well as filling the air with a cloud of powder. “*cough* Okay that’s enough! Sheesh!” exclaimed the receiving boy. “Just making sure you don’t get a rash! I know how those are and wouldn’t wish them on my greatest enemy!” the padded girl stated. “Who said I was even going to use these like that? I just wanted to see what it felt like.” Ky admitted as Matty pulled the wings over his crotch and fastened him up. “There! Nice n’ tight. Ya know, for some reason I think you’re gonna change that idea about not using it.” Matty said as she gave a quick pat on his padded tush and extended her arm out to help him up. Ky pulled his best friend into another hug as he got up, “thanks Matty, you’re the sweetest person I know.” “No problemo sweet cheeks! And now I know your cheeks are the sweetest! Not just the ones on your face.” “Oh OH! Hehehe” Ky responded bashfully, resulting in a quick peck on his blushing cheek from Matty in response. “I don’t think I’m gonna need these anymore either!” the girl quickly got up, shimmied her baggy shorts down to her feet and kicked them off to the side, reveling in nothing more than her bright yellow shirt and extra-large diaper to accompany her. “Just to not make you feel left out is all!” she said while doing her signature playful twirl in place when she’s at her happiest. Her bun of curls puffed and sprang in every direction even more as she did so, while her loud crinkling diap helping give the soundtrack to her moves. “What should we play now? More tracks? Or-“ Why don’t we just relax and read for a bit?” Ky suggested. “I’m pretty pooped from all that excitement. “Already!? I just changed you!” the girl explained. “No no, you know what I mean.” Ky said as Matty ran back to him. “You’re so gullible, hehehe.” Time ticked on as the two padded children-at-heart laid playfully on top of each other reading one short story book after another. With as wild as Matty can get, though, it wasn’t too long before she got up and started acting out some of these scenes from the books she was reading. Something about fantastical stories brought the life out of her, and she couldn’t just sit there letting it bottle all up. “Ahoy maties! Captain Matilda here reporting to you all that we found treasure at sea! Climb aboard fellow explorers! We got no time to waste!” she thrashed herself around her living room like a drunken sailor she self-inserted into the pirate children’s book she had in hand. She didn’t necessarily look the most threatening with her massive, proud diaper swaying along with her as it *crinkled* with nearly every word she uttered. She was also just too darn cute to look menacing in any way. At least that’s what Ky thought as he sat his equally cushy butt back against some pillows and cheered on his friend’s show. “And what are you gonna do for anyone that tries to steal the treasure for themselves?” Ky asked her out loud. “I’ll do just as any respectable captain would do!” she said as she pretended to pick up a large board. “I make them walk the plaaank!!” she shouted out as she pretended to walk it herself, hands ‘tied’ behind her back. The few steps she took forward might have been a bit too care-free, as she tripped over her ankle and fell frontwards! “WOAH!” she yelled out just as Ky jumped in to save the day, falling straight onto him, now facing him directly. “Hehe, looks like this captain needed a hero,” she said as she gave Ky’s forehead a quick kiss, with him having an obvious smile underneath. Matty was about to get off of him, but a certain new situation was rising in the room. Matty was looking to have some more fun before the long day had ended, and she had just the right idea, a very taboo one at that for those living in the outside world. “Heeeey Ky, sweetie,” she said softly direct to his smiling face. “Hmm?” he responded. “Remember allll that lemonade we drank earlier?” she got closer to his ear, almost whispering to him so no one else could possibly hear, despite them being the only two for miles. “It’s definitely run its course through me. My bladder is starting to hurt it’s so full!” Ky realized what his best friend was trying to do here, and he was really curious to see where she wanted to take this next. “Poor baby, I don’t want to see you hurting! I think it’s time you finally went peepee.” He said back to her with the most bashful of faces. “Ohhhh, are you sure Ky? I’m trying sooooo hard to hold it iiiinnnn…” Matty said back to him, as she started wiggling her comfy diapered butt on his tummy in apparent desperation. “Well, how does this feel?” Ky motioned as he poked her bladder just as she did to him earlier. “OOH OH Ky nooo! I gotta goooooo soooo baaadd!” she phony whined at Ky, making him more ‘excited’ by the second. She quickly put both hands at her crotch in a fake desperate attempt to look like she was trying to hold it even longer, but it was to no avail. “Ah AH Ky it’s coming out! I’m gonna pee! I’m gonna peepee right now!” and with those fleeting words, a little warm trickle emerged from the bottom center of her massive, fluffy diaper on Ky’s bare tummy. “Aww baby girl! It’s no use holding it in! Go ahead and pee, I promise I won’t tell anyone you didn’t make it to the toilet,” he winked at the increasingly desperate and horny girl, himself starting to get hard at such a buildup. Matty bit her bottom lip and sucked in some air as a last resort of desperation. “AH AH, ooohh it’s coming out! My pee is coming out!” she said loudly. That tiny trickle was the last bastion of hope for her bladder, as it was followed by an EXPLOSION of hot piss exiting her urethra, straight into the soft absorbency of her fluffy diaper. Just like Ky’s accident before, the beautiful sound of Matty’s peepee torrent hitting the inside of her padding filled the room with a loud sizzling *SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* that both could audibly hear. Ky could feel the immediate and wonderful spread of liquid warmth all over his tummy as Matty continued to fill her diaper right on him, as the heavy vibration of her torrent just wouldn’t stop! An obvious flood of yellow started from the bottom of her pamp and hastily made its way up the front of her crotch. Matty unbit her lip and gave of the biggest smile of ecstasy in relief she could muster up. “HHHAAAAAAhhhhhhh……ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..peepeeeeeeeee” she quietly muttered as her bladder would not give up filling that diaper of hers. Ky absolutely couldn’t help himself in this kind of situation, as he got harder and harder the moments going by while Matty went potty on him. He needed to know something as Matty held her mouth in a slightly open smile while squinting her eyes closed, he felt up her butt to make sure that diaper of hers was proving effective enough to soak up EVERYTHING she was putting into it. Sure enough, he could feel the liquidy warmth of her piss make it’s way up her rear, with each small squeeze making the fresh pee soak up higher and higher up her booty. Ky didn’t know little girls like Matty could pee so much! Must have been some good lemonade to do such a thing to both of their bladders. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh” Matty moaned as her waterfall began to slightly slow down, but with that made her give off a cocky expression to Ky, stating “I’m nooot done yeeettt “ Matty then slightly strained her face as her warm pee was now coming out in long, unadulterated spurts of joy. One after another, the urine would jet out of her and into her cushy, disposable pants for only a moment or so, yet continuously doing so for about a half-minute. It was incredibly audible as well, with each series of streams exiting her going *PSSHHH..PSSHHHH...PSSHHH...PSHHHH* over and over and over again. Finally, Matty peed all she could pee for an eternity and trickled the last bit of her golden liquid into her now filled-to-the-brim diaper. Matty concluded her ultra-massive wetting with a lasting sigh in absolute bladder relief. “Ahhhhhh, I had to goooooo so baaaaddd,” she let out as she looked down to see how much she annihilated her padding. As expected, the whiteness of her diap was no more, and was now FULLY yellow from the front to back. She wiggled around a little bit, with every slight movement on-top of Ky letting the hot, soaked up pee *SLOOSH* and *GUSH* around inside of her protective garment. Ky was in pure amazement of what he just witnessed. He went into today simply to play with his best friend and new toy, only to come out discovering a new part of himself; how much Matty, and her pee, could turn him on. By now he was completely rock-solid inside his own pamp, but didn’t just yet want to give Matty the pleasure of knowing how ‘happy’ she made him by going on his tummy. “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned as she gave her butt another wiggle to feel the sloshing of her peepee mess. “It’s so wet and…..waaarm.” She blissfully sighed out. Matty looked at a heavy breathing Ky who was utterly speechless at how hot she was making him in that very moment. “Hehe, wanna join me Ky, sweetie?” What do ya mean?” he said, possibly knowing what she meant, but wanting to hear her directly say it. “I know you’ve got at least a little left in you. Let it out for me, right into your fresh new diaper.” She purposely enunciated that word as to make it sound like it was the hottest thing in the world at the moment in time. Ky was so ingrained by now, it was hard for him to tell if he had to actually go or not, but after some quick and close inspection, he did feel a twinge in his bladder that could be relieved. “Well…..if you say so,” Ky smirked at a soaking wet Matty. She backed up slightly to see Ky’s diaper turn wet and dark, as he closed his eyes to concentrate on using his diaper. His rock-solid member was clearly imprinted through the padding, but that wasn’t going to stop him from letting loose. A short breath in for Ky, and with that breath out, his pee came out just as well. Starting from the top this time, the yellow goodness near silently started to cover the complete front of his diaper, as he didn’t have to worry about it leaking, any direct stream was to be completely absorbed, as well as freshly around his most sensitive of parts. Matty watched on with greedy eyes as Ky’s waterworks flowed throughout his soft padding, finishing much quicker than her since he already let so much out earlier. “Haaah. All done!” Ky smiley stated to Matty who now had just as red of cheeks as he has had all day with her. “Ooohh Ky, that’s so freaking hot.” Matty bluntly stated out loud, who’s hand couldn’t keep to herself and HAD to feel the front of Ky’s warm and freshly used diap. Ky couldn’t disagree with her wetting experience either. “Nuh uh, YOU’RE super-hot when you pee yourself. I love feeling your warmth on me.” He admitted. The two lustful padded young souls couldn’t contain themselves any possibly longer at this point, as Matty pulled Ky right in for a big ol’ smooch on their delicate lips. “Ahhh. AHHH!” Matty moaned after the initial kiss. She put her soaking wet crotch back to the starting position of her wetting, right where Ky’s massive pee-soaked erection was throbbing. Ky began to caress Matty’s neck with butterfly kisses as she rubbed her soaked and padded vulva against the protection of Ky’s boner. Back and forth they went, treating each other as soft as possible, with the most prominent sound in the room being the heavy *SLOSH* and *GUSH* of the two’s absorbed pee mushing as they humped each other’s hot diapered privates. The mineral oil surrounding Ky’s boner certainly helped as a lubricant against the wet padding. Ky held on to Matty’s back as she picked up the pace of her wet lips stroking his protected cock, with whatever each were saying coming out of their mouths becoming lost in the blur of their soaking wet and hot diapered sex. “HAH…AHHH….SO..SO GOOD!” Matty yelled out the faster she slid across Ky’s dick. “So wet…..HAAHH……listen to it mush Matty!” he yelled out as the *SLOSHING* became more pronounced as they went faster and faster. Ky couldn’t contain himself anymore and moved one hand from her back to caressing her left breast. “AH, KY! Be careful!” she yelled out as Ky started to twirl and massage his fingers around her shirt-covered nipple. It was such a perfectly sized boob, small yet firm, a perfect compliment to Matty’s still-developing body. The two’s back-and-forth humps gradually turned into full on BUCKING as Ky tried his hardest to push himself deeper and deeper into Matty’s sopping diaper-covered vagina. This made the two simply unable to contain themselves anymore. “AHHH KY! I’M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME! PLEASE” “GOSH…HAH..AHH…ME TOO MATTY! IT-IT”S COMING OUT….!!” And with that, the two perfectly simultaneously came HARD into their already soaking wet padding, adding a new bodily fluid into their disposable underwear. “HAAAHHH, AHHHH!” Ky spasmed and screamed out as one thick gush of seed came out of him after another into his diaper. “FUUUU—HAAHHH” Matty almost cursed as she couldn’t take the extremity of her body spasming and releasing her lady cum into her own diaper as well. It was if the two of them in those seconds of absolute bliss had ascended to the heavens, the world was there’s alone and they were gaining their wings of freedom. And that was it. There was simply nothing left in either of the two. Matty fell onto Ky as the two goose-pimple covered young bodies breathed heavy through each of their afterglows. After finally gaining her stamina back, she gave Ky the biggest hug of the day yet, with him embracing her warmth as well. This was all the fun she was looking forward to once Ky accepted her little new lifestyle, and Ky got a little more than he bargained for in the fun department for the day, to say the least. Matty got up and chuckled out the first thing she could think of, “Hehe….I think I might need a change.” She giggled to Ky as he was in a similar predicament. “I can help with that! Maaaybe you can help me get a fresh one on as well? I might be wearing these for a while, ya know” he smiled back at the sweetheart of a girl. “I think I can accommodate that quite well.” She playfully responded as the two got up. The two’s diapers heavily sloshed and swayed as they moved about, while Matty once again grabbed on Ky’s arm, leading him into her bedroom for a bit more fun to ensue before the day had its end. Thanks for reading! Like I said, let me know what you think, especially if you enjoyed it! Otherwise, have a good one! - Mitzki
  4. 8 thousand 8 hundred and thirty six days thinking about her I should have kissed her. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life. I was just about to then she looked at me nervously in the car and shyly said ‘I had better head in now. I really need a wee.” And that was why I never kissed her. 24 years of wondering: what if I had kissed her? Dec 19th 1997 The work’s Christmas meal, the Mandarin restaurant in the next town along. Same place every year and the same teasing from Sadie and Jaqueline. My fifth year in the printers. Not like your standard printers. Voice is different. It’s a voluntary organisation set up to help voluntary organisations. Confused? I guess they always were ahead of the times. Social enterprise is the modern title these days. Basically I design and print things for voluntary groups and organisations at a not for profit price. I do get paid. That was never up for debate. Sadie is lovely. Much older, big build woman, like your mum at work sort of person. She works part time and knows everyone that comes in, or at least makes out she does. Her memory isn’t quite what it used to be but she’s good at what she does and always bubbly and cheery. I think deep down we all need to work with a Sadie. I miss her even all these years later. Then there’s Jaqueline, tall, in her early twenties, friendly, peaceful and hard worker but so focussed on church stuff she’s not a threat to anyone. And she’s not my type anyway, not at all. Lovely girl, just not for me. Plus she’s got a boyfriend. So this work meal every year is a plus 1 thing and every year the teasing gets a little bit closer to my heart. Rub it in women why don’t you! Yes I’m still single at 27. I’m balding already, not overly tall and wear glasses. I’ve grown a beard and moustache to hide behind and I still live with my parents. What’s a guy like me meant to do with a plus 1 invite anyway? Unless I can bring my guitar? Now that might work. This year though they are both teasing relentlessly about this one girl. She’s becoming a regular here and what Sadie and Jaqueline don’t know is that I’m secretly infatuated with her. Not sexually, well not just that. More in a deep connection type friendship. She’s different. Probably too young for me. I really must stop thinking about her. It seems every time her image pops up in my mind or I read or see something and think about her she just somehow walks into the building. I first met her about 6 months ago. She popped in to our old building looking to photocopy something for a charity registered with us. I was so busy packing I just walked over to the photocopier and showed her how to use it but then just as she was leaving I realised that if someone else other than the contact we have for a charity comes in we need to get their details. It’s just for invoice purposes but also to check they are who they are. So I got her name and phone number off her and thought nothing more. Then we moved to the new building and she came in again. Just another customer really and I was busy. She started looking at a display of fancy paper and envelopes and then Jaqueline had to answer the phone so she waved me over to see to her. It’s wasn’t love at first sight or anything, or even infatuation for that matter. She was just a young girl in the enquire about something. I introduced myself and made light talk. She had a folder tucked under her arms and she was curious about the paper. “Is it only voluntary groups who can buy these and get things photocopied?” “Yes. Why do you ask?” “Oh don’t worry. I was just looking to make something for my gran for Christmas and really liked this paper.” “What is it you’re making? It’s not really the crafting sort of paper. You’d be better going to the art shop at the bottom cross for art paper. This is quality printing paper I’m afraid.” “It isn’t for crafting. I’m literally rubbish at that. It’s to print a poem to frame.” A poem? Now I was intrigued. “Like a famous poem?” “No. No. Just one I wrote myself.” She let me read it and that was it. Her writing had depth, wonder, beauty to it and before I knew it I had taken a piece of her chosen paper and smiled at her. “Were you thinking of doing, hand writing or photocopying? I’m afraid you’d be better writing it darker for photocopying as otherwise it won’t show over the ingrain so well. Or were you thinking printing?” “Oh I hadn’t really thought. Maybe writing it on Word. Can I just put this paper into the printer at home?” “Depends on your printer. You in a hurry?” “Not really, why?” “I could type this and print it for you if you’d like?” “Seriously?” “Only because it’s such a beautiful poem. Did you really write this?” She nodded and I spent a lovely half hour with her as I typed up her poem and we messed about with fonts and I printed the finished piece out. I found out so much about her that day. She was called Heidi, she was 18 and she was at university studying to be a teacher. But the most significant thing she shared was that she wrote poetry. I desperately wanted to ask if I could read more of her poems but chickened out. Another regret. Anyway, I’m taking way too long to get to my point, aren’t I? So I secretly, ashamedly I confess, copied her details off the contact cards on Sadie/Jaqueline’s desk before closing and after over a week of building up the courage I began writing to Heidi and sending her my own poems. Actually some of them were songs but she didn’t need to know that technically. I never told her who I was and I always used quality paper, the expensive stuff. Because she was that type of girl. I had a new pseudonym: ‘the mystery poet’. Of course when Jaqueline and Sadie teased me about asking Heidi to the Christmas meal they knew none of this and only knew this girl was coming in for the smallest of reasons these days and asking for me. One time she stayed in the print room chatting to me while I worked for over half an hour. She was such a breath of fresh air, so smart and lovely and…so stuck in my head all the time. I eventually did ask her and amazingly she agreed. I guess that was obvious since I almost kissed her but it was still a shock to me. Work does were rather an intimidating thing with this company. They were all like family and talked shop non stop even at Christmas. I was sure Heidi would take a run for the hills and be bored the entire time. She surprised me though, especially only being 18. She held her own, joining in like she was with long lost friends and I found myself drawn to her more and more. I knew there was something between us, a friendship, a connection, but I blew it. I drove her back to her parents and as we sat outside in my mini I let my hand move slightly off of the gear switch and towards hers. Then I got scared. What if I ruined the connection we had? What if this wasn’t what she wanted? She was at university, she had plans, for all I know she might even be seeing someone. I liked her, not just in a sexual way but in a deep appreciation and affection way. But yes I really, really, really wanted to kiss her too. But the moment passed and she wriggled in the front seat as I had to blink and look away. “I had better head in now. I really need a wee.” I got out, held the door open for her and that was it. I went home, wrote her a song and got way too turned on thinking about her, especially her little wriggle in my car. We talked on the phone a lot and I made this really long tape recording for her of songs I liked and stuff I played on my guitar. I sent her more ‘mystery poet’ poems too. She came less and less to the printers though and then one day, less than six months later, I heard on the grape vine that she had a boyfriend. She popped in a few months later to show me her engagement ring. I stopped writing to her and took Lyndsey to her wedding. It broke my heart seeing her get married but I walked away and kissed Lyndsey that night and pretended my life was great. 8,836 days ago now. I’ve regretted not kissing her ever since and never stopped thinking about the way she wriggled in my car that day and the way we connected. No-one has ever came close to Heidi. ————- 17th February 2022 I’m still living at my parents house aged 52. Never did marry. Still playing my guitar. Still writing songs and poems. Left the printers in 2015 and been self employed since. Dad’s really getting on now and mum died a number of years ago. Dad wants a letter posted so I put on my coat and shoes and walked down to the post office on the Main Street. It’s not a big town this so I wasn’t expecting a little white car to pull up and ask directions. It’s actually hard to get lost here to be honest. She pushed her window down and called over in a friendly voice. “Excuse me, you couldn’t tell me where Saltire Crescent is could you?” I jump and turn to look at her. That’s my street. No-one comes to my street unless they are Amazon or a supermarket delivery firm or the postman. I politely give her directions then pause. “What number are you looking for?” “32.” That’s my parents house. That’s where I live. I do a double take of the woman in shock. “If it’s a parcel you’re delivering I can take it for you. That’s my address.” She looks at me smiling. After all these years surely it can’t be? “Euan?” “Heidi?” “I feel so embarrassed now. I was hoping to pop this through your letterbox and drive away quickly. We weren’t meant to meet. You probably don’t even remember me?” “Heidi? Long time no see! You in a hurry?” She smiles. Was this not what I said to her back in 1997? Then she laughs. “We’ll I’m on a double yellow line and need to get back for the kids getting out of school this afternoon but that’s not for a while yet. I can’t believe I found you! How are you doing? We must catch up?” “There’s a new Starbucks a mile up the road. Never been yet.” “Jump in if you want. I can’t believe it’s you! Euan Frame! After all these years!” I open the door and get in. Her car is tidy and fresh smelling and I’m suddenly nervous. I’m getting in a lady’s car at 57 and I’m nervous. How crazy is that! I direct her to Starbucks and she parks up. I unclip my belt to get out but she just sits there quietly. I suddenly remember she had a letter for me. I’m desperate to know what it’s about but scared to ask her. “You must think I’m a stalker or something, finding your address online and writing to you.” “I hadn’t even thought about it until you said.” She’s blushing and gone quiet but then she looks at me, the bald man with glasses and a beard and moustache. A man who hasn’t even ever left home or got married or ever had kids. “I’ve looked for you loads over the years. Thought about you loads. Then I came across a box in the loft and I needed to know. You…you were the mystery poet weren’t you?” I smile and gulp. If only she knew how many more poems I had written for her, how many songs I had composed but had no-one to sing to, no-one to send them to. “Did you really never guess?” “I think I liked the idea of it being a mystery. I loved my poems and songs so much. I was broken when the mystery poet stopped writing.” “You got married. It didn’t seem right.” “I guess not. God I loved those poems so much. Took my breath away reading them again. And listening to your tape again.” “What? You still have that?” “Of course! Not easy to find a way to play it these days but I kept everything you ever sent. I just wish I could have kept the phone calls too. We talked a lot and shared so much.” “We did.” “I felt so connected to you. I…I fell in love with you you know.” I turn and stare at her. It’s so long ago now she may as well know the truth. “I was in love with you too.” “But that Christmas? That works meal? You never even kissed me.” “I couldn’t. I wanted to so much but I was scared to ruin what we had together. Then when you…actually best I don’t go there.” We’re looking right at each other and she’s every bit as I remember her. Do I dare share what really stopped me kissing her? It’s been over 24 years since then and she’s married with kids now. Does it matter anymore? God she’s beautiful and lovely still, so young looking despite the odd strand of grey hair, her eyes deep and trustworthy, her smile open and sweet, just like she always was. “I quite like the privacy of the car. Fancy a drive through coffee?” I pay, like I should really, and we sit back in the same spot staring at the back of some random building drinking our coffee as she tells me how she never ever forgot me. She got married and had kids but was never really happy. Her husband was depressed and lazy and sex was scarce. I’m listening and drinking and still in shock that I’m actually sitting right beside the woman I haven’t stopped thinking about in over 24 years! Time seems to freeze as we catch up on the lost years and her voice makes my heart come alive. Then she wriggles. The same cute little wriggle I’ve fantasised about all these years. “I should head inside the shop. I really need a wee!” I don’t have a door to hide behind now. I can’t drive home sweating profusely and shouting at myself because I’m so turned on I can’t believe I never kissed the girl I’m besotted with. I slide my hand over hers on the gear stick and look right at her. I should ask her if it’s ok. She hasn’t mentioned if she’s even divorced or still likes me or… I kiss her. Really kiss her. And it’s way more than I ever dreamt it would be. My heart is dancing a melody and my body is shaking. I should stop. I gently pull away and look at her but she’s beaming and blushing and giggling. “I wish you’d done that 24 years ago Euan. I’ve wanted it every day since!” There’s so much I should say but then she does that wriggle and I’m putty in her hands. “I really need a wee but can you…would you kiss me again first? I want to remember it like I do your poems, your letters and all your phone calls.” So I kiss her again. This time even more intensely. I’ve waited 8,836 days to do this and I’m not regretting it again. The fact she really wants to pee is the icing on the cake. Once we stop kissing I might even tell her how incredibly sexy that is and how her saying that to me years ago made me so hard I practically came on the drive back to my parents. No woman has done that to me since. No-one. ————-
  5. Attention! ANIME STYLE Tokyo. The year is 2045. Armageddon... Death came imperceptibly ... it just burst out of nowhere, destroyed almost the entire population of Japan ... and ... the whole world in principle ... People just became ... cannibals ... eating all living things that they see ... A group of people were able to recapture the former hotel from the zombies, turning it into a base to protect the survivors, from a small group of 7 people, they became a huge diaspora to which 20 more came. But history will tell us about one of them, the first of the seven ... Heddohiro Horasi. A 14-year-old boy with beautiful blue hair covering the back of his head, not tall and slender, despite his 14 he was not tall, his delicate features were spoiled by a small scar on his cheek, his eyes were incredibly beautiful heavenly color. There was also one annoying factor ... a high voice ... not very, but decently high ... if not for the slightly masculine features and a boy's figure ... although this did not help and very often he was confused with a girl, and among the girls themselves he was considered weak, only one admired him ... (but more on that later) even his own sister did not see anything useful in him ... and this ... incredibly angry, especially when they hear whispers about your uselessness .. ... Fate gave him a chance one day ... but he did not know how it would end. - Some bitch stole the medicine! And you forgive her ?! - Fukucho Otoko ... an incredibly evil guy ... and how did she just look at him ?! - I do not forgive her Fukucho! I just understand her in some way! - The girl with dark blue hair screamed back on her boyfriend, she looked like Heddo, but was clearly more feminine. Unofficially, she was one of the leaders of their group, beautiful, kind and strong, but she was not always like that to her brother, often criticizing him for weakness and ... cowardice ... yes, he was not the bravest ... unlike Fuku ... no matter how harmful he was ... you have to admit that if it were a fucking anime, he would be such a stereotypical protagonist! At first he was a nerd with a good physique, handsome and intelligent. And he is useless! Even in the eyes of his own sister !!! - OK, then ... what if someone from the group gets sick? Will there be no necessary medicines? What are we going to do Sijugara ?! And if Heddo gets sick ?! Let's be honest ... he's not the strongest! - Heddo's hands clenched into fists painfully ... his knuckles turned pale, if he had had the courage, he would have knocked out and punched Fuku ... however ... then he will receive for eavesdropping, and Fuku himself is 6 years older than him ... and stronger ... and taller. .. - Heddo! ... Heddo ... you're right ... - teeth gnawed at each other from resentment ... his own sister ... the closest person after the death of his parents ... - Forgive me ... Heddo is not one of the strongest people ... - The sobs of his sister are heard, he always sobbed after a quarrel and he is weak ... now tears came out of his eyes, resentment and anger ... he is not weak! He ... he will prove! He left realizing that these two would solve their problems ... in their own way ... and I don't want to listen to his sister's lustful moans ... The fist wiped away the tears that rained down her cheeks ... he was not weak ... not weak ... He knew what kind of bastard he was talking about ... that whore ... if you can call it that. That old house from which goosebumps ran ... he and she were the only ones who were lucky enough to survive during one of the sorties, then it turned out that she did not give all the supplies ... "Tell someone ... I'll tell how scared you were and ran away while the others were being eaten ..." The blonde grinned cruelly ... - And you really want to go yourself without knowing where? - Isabelle ... a pink-haired and red-eyed girl, only a year younger than the guy, a lively girl, always cheerful and with a fighting character ... and at the same time Heddo was the only one with whom she was surprisingly incredibly kind ... climbed to hug ... and the character immediately disappeared when they went out on sorties together, she worried about him, although she herself often joked about the fact that his hair was even longer, he would look like a girl. - Yes! - The young man boldly cut off while standing at the entrance, he understood that his girlfriend would not give him up, she never gave him up like that. - Do you understand what kind of criticism this is ?! - The girl growled. - Yes!!! - The guy began to raise his voice, he was annoyed by this behavior ... - Don't make yourself responsible! - He turned around feeling his anger rising. - How else if you behave so childishly ?! - The girl argued, although really, usually it was she who was the cheerleader, but now that the best one ... "FRIEND" is ready to take such stupid risks, although he is usually a tactician and he himself discourages her from her actions ... - I ... childish ?! - The youth growled - Yes! - - Screw you! Did you even watch your behavior ?! You always act like the last idiot! You almost jump into the teeth of a zombie, laughing and smiling like this world is a joke !!! Why, for the sake of lollipops, you will soon render vulgar services to raiders ... do you remember school? How did you serve that seller for the sake of three pitiful cigarettes ... - There was the sound of a slap ... The guy turned around to strike back ... but saw tears appear in the corners of her eyes, and her lips trembled ... he first saw her crying ... and the worst thing is that he brought her ... - Sorry I... - He spread his arms for a hug, but she abruptly backed away ... - You ... you ... fuck you! I hate you, everyone is right about you! You fucking freak ... - Streams of tears rolled down the girl's cheeks ... even though the guy was unpleasant to hear this, he understood that he was to blame, because she really was his only friend ... since those days without the apocalypse. - Go wherever you want Heddo! - The girl turned around and walked away ... *** The dead ... there were an incredible number of them ... fear gripped the boy from within, and ... in ... the bladder became uncomfortable ... - God, maybe I will regret it for a long time - 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... The blue-haired man abruptly ran across the narrow street, hoping to remain unnoticed among the crowd of walking dead ... fortunately, this house was not far from the camp ... and he could not cope with a woman! There is nothing to be afraid of! ... except the crowd of the dead ... The house ... slowly the guy opens the door, but suddenly he stopped ... goosebumps suddenly ran over his skin ... *** - You know ... you have a very beautiful face - sharp nails lifted the boy's head, his blue eyes blinked as he began to regain consciousness, the guy's long hair was wet with ... water? The last thing he remembered was as something hard hitting him in the head ... when in front of him he saw the familiar purple eyes and long blonde braids, then an understanding of what had happened came ... He only wanted to throw himself at the girl as something stuck into his skin ... a rope. - Yes ... all the same, you really look like a girl somewhere - The nails let go of the boy's chin, slightly scratching it. - And your hair is as long as a girl's ... do you want to braid your braids? - This smile ... evil and cruel, surprisingly only Heddo and Fuku saw it. - God, did this bum Fuku send you here? Or your sister? Ahh ... yeah ... you probably want to impress this fool ... what's her name ... do you think she'll jump on your neck with kisses if you bring the medicine back? - There was a giggle, as unpleasant as her smile ... - Then you are definitely a dumbass! So she changes with your presence alone! From a groovy girl to a princess in trouble! Hmm ... like I said you look like a girl yourself ... maybe she's just half lesbian? Such a fool ... - - Shut up! - The teenager barked, perhaps he saw in her insult his today's quarrel with her. Conscience tormented him even in such a situation ... - You have no right to say such things about her, you bastard! - - Oh, what interesting words do you know ... and this is our quiet Heddo? - - Don't you dare tell something about Isabelle, my sister or her boyfriend! Not about any of them! Or ... Or ... I ... I ... - - What? Complaining to mommy? Oh yes ... this function is now performed by your sister! And who is daddy? Is it really a bummer? - The death of a mother ... a sore subject ... usually when they lifted her Heddo reluctantly burst into tears ... and constantly this blonde tried to touch her on her own. - Shut up! - The boy growled, a moment ... and a transparent saliva is sent to the girl's cheek ... The smile for the first time disappeared from the girl's face ... - What? Unpleasant ?! Get out of the whole group, you bastard! - There was the sound of a slap in the room ... tears began to appear from the corners of the eyes ... - All right, that's enough! - Her voice rang out ... the handkerchief slowly passed over the cheek ... - Know, personally, I expected to quickly get rid of you, maybe I even left a pack of medicine with your corpse, at least somewhere it would be useful for my pseudo group. Your sister would be proud of you for at least two minutes. - - Wha ... What? - - But now ... since you are such a bitch ... impudent ... and at the same time beautiful as a girl ... why don't I humiliate you? ... for the last time, because I often did this ... - - What will you do? ... - The captive boldly raised his head. - You have already said what you could in these half a year ... insulted everyone I knew, now what are you going to do, you fool? - - Hah ... - A sleepy smile appeared on the lips of the survivor ... - You know ... I have a lot of water ... - She slowly approached his face ... from her breath goosebumps ran through the teenager's skin ... despite the beauty, she was a frightening person. - Have you ever pissed yourself? - - Wh ... what ?! - The youth's cheeks turned red, his eyes widened and turned white. - You heard ... damn ... I can't kill you ... you're too cute ... let's do something else... - she put a finger to her chin pretending to be thoughtful. - Hold this ... exactly one hour! And then, I POSSIBLY give you a chance to leave ... but! If your pants get wet ahead of time ... - The girl's hand went into her bosom ... a moment ... and now she has a gun in her hand ... the teenager's eyes widened ... - You will be found dead, half eaten by the dead, and even all in your own urine ... - The plastic bottle opened with a distinctive sound ... - Do you know the movie "Saw"? Drink or die ... your choice, well ... let's start ... - The bottle sharply pressed against the boy's lips, the water began to penetrate into the mouth forcibly, some of its streams poured out on the young Horashi's dark blue sweatshirt from the violent action. The boy himself did not notice how the bottle was emptied ... the teenager coughed as soon as the bottle was torn from his lips, the pain and the rope squeezing his stomach prevented him from catching his breath eyes were wide open with fear, pain and ... understanding that he would not be able to cope ... he has never had such a huge bladder ... *** - Isabelle? - A girl with long blue hair, in a blue robe so similar to Heddo, she was 6 years older than the boy ... Sijugara ... a gentle hand carefully laid on the back of the sobbing figure of the girl. - What's happened? - She gently stroked her brother's friend on the back. - Did you argue with Heddo? - The sobbing teen nodded without removing her hands from her face ... - Do you want to talk to him? Where is he by the way ... - - He left!!! - - What?! Where?! - Heddo's older sister got nervous. She was afraid for her little brother ... he was the only one left of her old family ... - For medicines! - A teenager tore her hands off her tear-stained eyes - God ... he's your boyfriend! Couldn't you stop him? - - He's not my boyfriend! And I tried !!! I was worried and he ... and he ... called me a whore !!! - - Oh my God ... okay ... I'm looking for him! Stay here ... and ... forgive me ... I don't know what came over him ... - *** 30 minutes, the guy's knees trembled, the rope seemed to shrink tighter on the thin body of the captive, a drop of sweat slowly rolled down his hair and, like a drop of rain, fell down shattered when falling to the floor ... - You want to go to the toilet, right? Another half an hour ... - - Shut up ... - The boy hissed. - You can't do this to me ... you ... a pe*ophile! - There was a female giggle ... - Why did you become so cocky? For all 6 months you were quieter than WATER ... quieter than water ....... - Her whispers and mention of liquid made the situation worse. So the bladder will not stand ... death ... death awaits him ... tears appeared in his eyes. He wants to go home ... - I beg... - - Sorry, what? - - Please ... Siju ... take me home ... - Tears began to run down the teenager's eyes, his whole body trembled ... - Sister, please! I want to go home! - He threw up his head, the tears of the heifer on the cheeks leaving wet traces. This look ... like a hope ... a hope to see the only loved one ... - Where are you?! Save me, it hurts! - - Hahahah! Yes! Here he is the true Heddo !!! Damn, your poor sister is so nervous now, and you are here, you will call her to help like a little one !!! - Evil laughter rang out throughout the room ... it seemed just a little bit more and it would completely destroy the entire building. - Well enough ... it was funny before ... but now ... I'm tired of you ... - Pistol load ... eyes widen in fear ... -N! ... No! Wait, please! - - No, that's enough diplomacy for me - The cold end of the pistol leans against my forehead ... The room ... burst into the sound of hiss ... The girl's eyes went down ... A dark wet spot spread on the boy's pants, a yellow liquid appeared on the chair under him that flowed like a river ... and then, with the sound of a fall, it crashed on the floor ... The boy was still trembling, never letting go of his gaze ... - Jesus Heddo! You wet yourself! Damn yes! - There was a disgusting laugh ... that's it ... now the scum will definitely hear them ... - Holy crap ... you can't even hold back your urine! I thought that you were not such a loser! ... - A shot rang out ... warm drops suddenly crashed into the boy's face ... - H ... Heddo! - A familiar voice ... and such familiar hands, press him to a warm shoulder ... - All is well ... it's over ... - Someone from behind untied the rope, freedom, but the boy did not even move ... - Siju, in my opinion he ... - - Yes, I see! - The girl growled at the guy in response, although she understood that he was not going to sow her brother ... - Okay ... damn ... this bitch must have clothes somewhere ... look in her bags please ... Fuku - He was here too ... - All is well Heddo, well done ... you ... were able to hold her ... you are very brave ... - thin girlish fingers slowly began to massage the top of the younger brother's head ... the guy did not move, he still could not believe that he was alive ... - I found jeans here ... I think they will climb ... - - Yes thank you... - The boy could not get up, the poor blue-haired prisoner was shaking with shock ... even such familiar voices did not soothe, and this unpleasant sensation of moisture between his legs, he simply could not believe that he had let himself be humiliated ... Weak and useless ... he pee himself ... - Heddo ... don't worry ... it doesn't matter ... - - No, no ... no need to calm me down - He whispered, letting go of his head. - I'm like a child ... useless, weak, cowardly ... instead of thinking, I ran to pick up medications ... and she kicked my ass in the end ... you know ... I got scared ... - - Hey ... you ... don't be so strict about yourself ... - - I ... I called you for help, instead of trying to come up with at least something ... I'm a pathetic worm - There started a sob in the room ... - No, you are not pathetic - Fuku's hand fell on Heddo's shoulder. -You ... acted stupidly ... yes you were scared ... but ... in fact ... no one in the group would even dare to come here ... you ... you are really very brave Heddo, and smart ... - The teenager turned to the brunette with yellow eyes - Yes, in terms of physical parameters, you are not Arnold Schwarzenegger, but you are strong, in spirit - *** - Isabelle ... - A voice rang out from behind, but the girl did not pay attention ... or she just pretended ... - Isa! - He called her by her friendly nickname. - Are you going to talk to a whore ?! - She turned around, tears flowing from her eyes, his heart was drenched in blood. - Listen ... I- - What?! "Services" to provide you ?! I’m just doing this, right ?! - - No ... I just wanted to - - And what will you pay with ?! You know, I'm not cheap ... - Suddenly something interrupted her his lips cut into hers, the hands of a teenager pressed her in an embrace, not wanting to let go. Isabelle's eyes widened, tears still flowing down them ... - Sorry... - He said pulling away from her face. - I ... I ... was just on emotions ... I don't think you are like that ... but honestly all those years I was jealous! I ... understood that you would never look at me more than at a friend and I could not come to terms with it! Sorry I... - - Shut up Heddo ... - Suddenly she kissed him again. - You're an idiot. I also liked you since our first meeting - They both laughed hugging, and the older sister of the teenager looked behind with a smile of pride. - Your little brother is cool ... - Added Fuku from behind. - I know you are almost like him - The girl laughed when the guy's hands took her.
  6. Hey everyone! My latest Amazon Omorashi story is up and I hope you all really enjoy it. I've attached a link to the full story below, I hope you all enjoy this short extract: SUMMARY: Anika: A bride-to-be in a lavish Indian wedding; spread over three days, finds herself growing more and more desperate for the bathroom as she is constantly denied relief. Can she hold on for long enough or will she disgrace herself on her happiest day? A WOMAN OF GRACE And so, our long journey began. Anika loosened the strings around her gown, loudly moaning in relief as some tension came away from her stomach; blushing as she did so. She cradled her full bladder, stroking it gently to try and ease the pain and I played Indian-pop music to block out the sound of the rain from her ears. We talked and drove for two hours, as I did my best to distract Anika even as I saw her desperation; now clearly visible, worsening. Her thighs rubbed together tightly and often as the miles passed, her legs now firmly clamped shut and often shaking, bouncing or occasionally re-twisting around each other into odd positions; that would help Anika find the strength to continue holding on. Eventually; blushing bright red as she did so, her hands found their way between her legs, at first occasionally holding but by the time of the first hour mark, they were regularly grabbing and by the second, firmly placed between her legs; grabbing herself tightly. She moved around on her seat, squirming and fidgeting with each new burst of desperation; reminding me of times I’d been desperate on long car journeys with my parents as a child. I doubt Anika could relate to that, yet she was certainly experiencing that kind of frustration from being unable to stop for a break; yet holding more than you think you can, for long periods of time. “Oh this hurts so bad” she said; sometime into the second hour. “It hurts so fucking badly. I’d never had to piss so much”. The vulgarity of her language shocked me; I was so used to her sophisticated speech style, which highlighted just how desperate Anika had become. She was constantly wiggling, shaking; practically vibrating at times and I wondered whether she had hours left that she could hold for; or minutes. “Anika, how long have you been holding all this now?”. “Hmm, by this point, I think about… oooh, oh… that hurts. At least 70 hours”. “H-how Anika? Why didn’t you go before?”. “The first day and a half, I didn’t even need to, I usually go about once-every two days. The second evening, we were surrounded constantly and I didn’t want to excuse myself publically, so I thought I’d go when we got home but I fell asleep and this morning was so hectic; my sisters literally didn’t leave me alone for a second, constantly helping me to get ready. Each time Samiya got up to use the bathroom while the others kept me from going, I swear I wanted to slap every one of them”. I burst out laughing, which caused Anika to laugh at how grumpily frustrated she’d become; before she moaned in pain as the laughter caused her to double over. “Sorry” I said. “Still, how do you hold that much?”. “I’ve always been able to hold way more than normal. My mum’s the same and she showed me her techniques to last even stronger and every year, I’ve been able to hold more. When I was ten, I could go at least an entire day without relief. By sixteen, I could last almost two-days and for a couple of years now, I’ve usually been able to go two or three full days; sometimes more, if I drink or eat less. But I drank so much and I really wish I hadn’t right now”. Several more minutes passed and Anika’s desperation worsened rapidly. She was now regularly bouncing up and down, moaning regularly in pain from her mammoth bladder’s unbelievable strain and I knew she was absolutely bursting; her sphincter exhausted, her bladder just too unbearably full: Only her sheer willpower and iron-grip was keeping her in control now, along with her self-belief as she kept saying over and over: “I can make it”, “I can make it, I can make it”. A few more minutes passed. In just over three-quarters of an hour, we’d arrive. Within the hour, Anika could get the relief she so badly needed. I looked over to her and saw tears in her eyes, her body violently shaking; her chants having stopped. She looked up at me, fear, humiliation and despair in her eyes: “Baru… I don’t think I can make it”. https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0856VVJQ4/ref=sr_1_4?keywords=A+Woman+of+Grace&qid=1582808018&s=digital-text&sr=1-4
  7. Combining romance, BDSM, and Omorashii all into one. Holding Holiday in the UK .pdf
  8. Hi, I am new here and this is my first ever omo fiction story. The main characters are college (university) students, Kyren who is 19 and Jared, who is 21. It is going to be a m/m romance so I hope the moderators are okay with it and i get the balance right with sexy scenes - I guess I will find out if this gets posted or not! ------- Kyren was on a mission, and he blushed just thinking about it. It wasn’t a spur of the moment mission. It was going to require days of complex planning, and had every chance of going horribly wrong. At worse, it could cost him his best friend. That was unlikely, but there was a bigger chance it could create weeks of awkward uncomfortable silence between them. What was more likely would be that Kyren would be thought of as a freak - sent for psychiatric help, and pitied as a victim of an unfortunate childhood (which wasn’t true at all). Or worse of all, that the plan would just blow up in his face and his subject (or target) just wouldn’t understand. But the payoff if it did work was mind blowing. He felt hot under the collar of his denim shirt just imagining the possibilities, and a tingling in his groin also. It was a monumental ask, but if he succeeded in his mission – wow. Just wow. His biggest fantasy would come true. The mission was, on the face of it, simple. He wanted to make Jared wet himself. Wet himself. Pee his pants. Go in his undies. Soak his shorts. God, just turning over the ideas in his mind was likely to give Kyren a boner if he wasn’t careful. And that was definitely not a good idea right now, when the target of his mission was sat less than a foot away from him on the sofa. Kyren ran his fingers slowly through his curly blond hair, as he always did when trying to calm himself down. Now was not the time for getting excited. He needed to be subtle – to play it cool. One step at a time. Kyren didn’t want to be cruel to Jared. He didn’t want to humiliate or embarrass him in front of anyone else, and he didn’t want to coerce his best friend into fulfilling his fantasy. He wanted to persuade him, coax him into doing it at exactly the right moment – when the situation and setting were perfect. Jared not only had been uncommonly kind to Kyren, he has surprised the college freshman by actually wanting to be his friend from the start of the year. It was a small college they attended, but Jared was the student body president – tall, athletic, always running or going to the gym, and yet still managing to do this and score good marks in his classes. Kyren, by way of contrast, was fairly nerdy, and sang in the choir. He liked running too on occasion, especially with Jared, who probably indulged him by slowing down quite a bit for his benefit. Kyren didn’t understand why, but Jared actually genuinely enjoyed spending time with him, and he wanted to give Jared something special in return. Which Kyren would. He would give him the pleasure of pissing his pants, which in Kyren’s weird brain was a very good gift to be giving. ---- “Wow – I did not see that that coming.” Jared’s voice jolted Kyren out of his daydream, and he realised the familiar closing music to Line of Duty was playing already on the TV. “Huh?” Jared looked at him suspicially. “The identity of the fourth man – the big reveal – don’t tell me you guessed that? You’re such a detective, Ky, I bet you worked it out weeks ago.” “Oh. Nah, I thought it was the gaffer’s wife. You know, that got beaten up last season.” “For real? That’s crazy. You have such a wacky mind.” Jared laughed, and Kyren could feel it in his stomach. Everything about Jared was perfect. His voice, his perfectly slicked brown hair, his white t-shirt and blue jeans which made him effortlessly fashionably without having to try as Kyren spent hours doing. Those “wet look” jeans which had so many different patches of blue on them they could almost be pissed in already and you’d get away with it. Kyren licked his lips… Suddenly, without much warning, Jared stood up bolt upright. “Damn. I’m busting for a piss. Didn’t notice how much I need to go sitting down I was so engrossed in the drama. Funny how it can get like that.” Kyren’s mouth went dry and his heart was pounding at this teasing revelation, but he said in a slightly strained voice, “Yeah, I get that. Takes your mind off it.” That was a complete lie. Kyren had been thinking so much about pissing that the opposite had happened and he had almost lost track of the drama. Jared bolted for the door. “Be right back. Grab us another beer would you from the fridge? Any will do.” Kyren thought Jared was doing things in the wrong order. He badly wanted to block the door, order Kyren back to the sofa, then get him to drink the beer then pin him down until he was forced to pee his jeans, but now wasn’t the time for that. That time would come.
  9. Hey all! It has been a long time. I written 1 story a couple years back and have been lurking since then. However, now I am back and will give another short at writing again. It is a long story but I hope you will enjoy what is to come! One day I will start writing a NSFW version with more exciting stuff included in it. However, while this story is relatively mild, it has a small bit of sexual themes in it. You have been warned! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gove’s eyes opened in a dark cold room. The breeze he felt made him feel like ice, yet he was fogged by the clouds in his mind. What happened? Why am I here? As he slowly clears his fogged mind, he slowly realised the precarious situation he is in. The 19-year-old fair skinned boy, with hair as dark as shadow itself, was restrained by rope. His hands rested uncomfortably on the back of the chair, and his legs were spread as wide as an eagle, with the only thing covering him is a piece of white underwear obscuring his penis. Speaking of penises, Gove suddenly remembered a need, a dire need that can be embarrassing if not taken care off. “Hey! You are finally awake!” Gove looked up and saw a sight he could never believe. It was someone he was close to, and someone he wants to take the extra step with. A pure innocent 19-year-old girl still wearing her cute pink spectacles but stripped down to her pure white bra and panties and in the same position as Gove. “Do you know what happened? Why are we here?” “Lexa, I am glad you are ok. How are you feeling?” Both sat still in their cold hard chairs, stunned by what was happening. Neither replied to each other’s questions… at least for a while. Lexa was the first to understand the situation. She and a few of her friends were just chilling at Flemy’s house. It was a stinging time with talks about boys, girls, life, future, and games. Gove was there too, just quietly sipping his drink and not taking much part in the conversation, yet such behaviour piqued the eyes of Lexa who found him to be … well … “cute”. That was when the hammer hit her head. She and Gove were the last visitors in Flemy’s house. Flemy offered both one last drink before heading home ( with a totally not mischievous smile). Well, anyone with a mind can piece together what happened after she drank it. “damn you Flemy. What is your game here?” muttered Lexa under her breath. “Lexa, I think I know what happened,” said the bound Gove. “Yea, she was behind all of it” replied Lexa with a pouting face. Lexa had mixed feelings. She was near a guy that would raise her temperature every time they got close yet seeing him in this situation gave her some weird powerful feeling tough, she is in the same situation as well. They chatted for a while about various topic. It was heart-warming, but Lexa also had to deal with an issue she would rather not let Gove know. Of course, there is only so much they could do to hide their secrets. Both began to rock back and forth during their conversation. Without the use of hands or legs, they can only use their hips and muscles to keep the situation under control. Their eyes suddenly met in their efforts and turned their faces as red as tomato. “So, uh how are you doing? You have been moving around a lot,” asked Gove with a pinch of concern. “Uh… you know… I am doing fine” replied Lexa shyly. “You don’t look so good yourself,” she continued with a more mischievous smile. “Oh me? Nah I am doing good,” responded Gove. “You know… you are quite beautiful like this”. Lexa heart starting racing. Her face warms up and helps offset the chilling breeze. She did not say anything, tough her smile told Gove how she felt. This back-and-forth conversation continued for a while. Suddenly, she saw Gove making a lot of movements. “ahhhh hahh ahhh” “Gove! Are you ok?” “ahhh!!! No, a bit came out..ha..ha” Seeing Gove’s white underwear becoming darker caused a spam in Lexa. She too had to make a lot of muscle movements. “Ah noo, Gove! That sound! Ahhhh” Both did manage to stop their flows. It was not too bad, and their undergarments just became slightly darker. You can see 1 dot on Lexa’s panties and about 3 on Gove’s underwear. The differences of colour were extremely obvious. Lexa however, observed something interesting. “ haaah… that was close aren’t it for both of us” “It was your fault!” yelled Lexa playfully. “Besides… uh… you want to look down a bit” “Huh? Why?” “It has... gotten bigger”. Gove did not need to look down to understand what Lexa meant. Seeing her in such a position with just bra and panties, with her wetting it fired all the neurons in Gove’s brain. Gove was in a really bad situation and will most likely wet himself first but seeing this wonderful sight might change the victor of the game. “This… turns you on… doesn’t it?” asked Lexa. “No point hiding anymore. Yea, this kind of thing turns it on. It’s called omo- “ “I know. I like this kind of stuff too, and so does Flemy now I think about it.” Both are at their limit, but Gove’s hard and grown penis stopped the flow of urine in him. Lexa on the other hand, did not have such blessing with her vagina. Slowly but surely, Lexa’s panties become darker slowly and slowly until…. “Ahh ahh!!!! I cannot hold it anymore! Ahh!” struggled Lexa as she was violently moving her hips. “Please! Don’t look! Ahh! I cannot hold it! I CAN’T HOLD IT!!!!!” “PSSSSSHHHHSSSHSHSHSHSHSHSSHH” Lexa had completely lost it. Her panties became damp and wet. The liquid flowing from her chair to the floor made a noise unlike any other. Her breathing slowly calmed down, after 3 minutes, only silence and a very wet Lexa remains. Gove’s underwear did become wetter too, but with something stickier. Even tough he did not have his hands; this was still too stimulating for his penis. He could only stare, as this was heaven to him. “haaah. I am sorry! I am so sorry! I hope you didn’t look!” teared Lexa. “I am sorry, but I did.” “This is so embarrassing!” “No, this was the most beautiful thing I ever seen in my life,” comforted Gove. Gove’s heavenly moment was short lived. His penis became smaller not long after, and his urine was stimulated once more begging to exit through the tip of it. “oh no. oh no. oh no.” Lexa saw Gove wiggling his bum around on his dry chair. “no. It is coming out! I cannot stop it! Ahhh! Shit! No! NOOOOO!” "PSSSSHSSSSHSHSHSHHSSSSSHSHHSHST" And with that, Gove too sustained the same fate, only that some of the urine got onto himself due to the direction his penis was facing. Lexa took in the sounds, the flow of liquid and the sight of it. She memorised every single detail, for she may never get the chance to do so again. If her hands were not bound so tightly, she might had started touching herself. “I am Sorry Lexa. I never imagine I as a grown up would piss myself” whimpered Gove with this time him crying. “Don’t worry. Just as you said. This was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. We both wet ourselves, so we are even now eh?” “all right you lovebirds! This was so exciting to watch! Thank you for your kind attention!” An unknown voice came across the room, followed by the appearance of a slightly older girl with red hair with a camera. She was Lexa’s height; tough her cannons were much bigger. “Flemy! What have you done!” yelled Lexa angrily. “oh, chipper up Lexa! I was sick of both of you acting willy nilly with each other and not making any progress. It makes my heart break you know?” answered Flemy with stars sparkling all over her. “So, you drugged us, brought us down here and tied us up? You are evil you know that” sighed Gove who already knew Flemy’s eccentric troll personality. “Bingo! Furthermore, I even recorded this entire conversation both of you had! Awwwww this is so cute! I will make sure to send it to you!” “What do you want? What have we done to you?” questioned Lexa, fearing for the worst. Did she do anything to her? Did Flemy want revenge? Was it Gove’s fault they were in this situation? “Nothing! As I said I wanted a way to ‘bond’ both of you together. Get it? Just like how you are in ‘bondage’ right now! HAHAHA!” “Cringe Flemy, cringe.” Sighed Gove again. “Aw don’t be like that. I will let you go, and I will send the video to both of you as a memento to remember. Maybe both of you can do some other sexy stuff together after watching your video in bed. Ah don’t worry, I promise I will keep this a weeny secret between us!” “we are not –“ “Anyways that is all for today. I hoped you had fun. Nah I know you did! I will let you folks off now. Enjoy your holidays while it lasts. I know I did!” *15 years later* “Mama. How did you and dad get together?” “Dear sweety, you are still too young for that. I promise to tell you tough when you get older”. “Promise?” “Promise!”
  10. You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP! You both like Roleplay. You: F22 looking for another F to roleplay with btw im really kinky ;) (I like wearing and being forced to use diapers) Stranger: Hi f 18 You: hey Stranger: What do you like about diapers? You: they feel really nice to wear, so soft and fluffy You: im wearing a ABU bunny hops right now Stranger: Oh i'm not really that knowledgeable about brands and stuff. You: they are pink with a little bunny on them You: so I feel really cute in them Stranger: Sounds cute You: it is super cute normally I would wear my onesie with them but its to hot Stranger: Oh ok so you wear them a lot day to day? You: whenever I get a chance to, unfortunately they are not cheap Stranger: Oh that sucks You: I have a pink magic wand that matches my onesie and diaper that I love to play with Stranger: Oh nice super cute You: you should try one if you ever have the chance Stranger: I'd be open to it i guess, see what its like You: your amazing, and I feel like I already know that you would love the feeling Stranger: I'm open minded :) You: the best thing was going to the gym wearing one with a butt plug and dildo Stranger: But no one noticed right? You: no one knew at all You: being on the bike was so nice just bouncing up and down Stranger: Yeah i can imagine You: and it doesnt matter how wet you get because the diaper soaks it all up Stranger: Oh yeah that's good, quite handy You: Ive worn to work as well now that made my heart race Stranger: Quite a thrill haha You: yea took me awhile before I got the courage to actually go to work wearing them You: have you done anything kinky before Stranger: Depends what you find kinky really but not really, i think about stuff more than i actually do them You: I'd love to lay you down on top of a diaper and eat you out before taping you in. what stuff have you thought about Stranger: I do have a thing about having my ass eaten, quite a few times i've been out in public where i've thought about some random person just kneeling down and tasting You: I'd do that, if you have a big enough dress I'd hide under it and eat you out all day long, I wouldnt ever have to stop because of my diaper ;) Stranger: Well i have a big butt and wise hips so yeah i wear big dresses sometimes haha Stranger: Wide* You: ;) You: all this talk is really getting me in the mood You: what about you? Stranger: So do you go to the bathroom in the diapers too? Yeah, got me interested for sure You: yea just pee not poop but only because its a really difficult clean up Stranger: Yeah i guess it would be You: do you have any toys? Stranger: I have a butt plug You: have you worn it in public before? Stranger: No, im not that daring haha You: you should give it a try, I just put it back in my bag once it got a bit uncomfortable Stranger: Yeah one day i will You: wetting with toys in is an amazing feeling You: you should go get you butt plug and put it in Stranger: It must be very freeing too Stranger: Hmm maybe i should You: you should. you have to! Stranger: Ok brb You: Ill touch myself while I wait Stranger: Ok got it You: now lube it up and put it in You: I wish I had a web cam so we could see eachother You: need to buy one Stranger: Just putting it in now Stranger: Its in and im already wet You: you willing to do something a little extra for me? Stranger: Like what? I did come here just to rp really :p You: same forgot about that already haha Stranger: Haha my fault really asking about the diaper thing You: if you want, I want you to pee on your hand a little bit then play with yourself You: its okay, honestly I love it when people ask me about my diapers You: I love it even more when people tell me what to do in them Stranger: I just like hearing about all the different things people are into You: how wet are you? Stranger: Just a little damp You: you need to be wetter ;) play with your self try pulling out the butt play and putting it back in a few times Stranger: Why dont we actually RP? I like to play with myself during anyway You: ok what roles shall we play? Stranger: I kinda like friends or neighbours, nice and simple. Also i do like a little bit of build up, not just straight to the sexual part You: ok sounds good, whats your name? Stranger: Kayla, you? You: Lucy Stranger: Nice to meet you You: I used to work with a girl names Kayla she was so much fun Stranger: Haha i mean i try but no promises You: (I Knock on the door to your house) Kayla are you home? Stranger: I hurry to the door munching on some snacks i got from the kitchen, i open the door "hey girl", i say happily wearing a tee shirt and shorts. You: heeey! you look good, how have you been? it feels like forever since we last hung out Stranger: "Im good. Well come in", i step to one side still munching You: "thanks for having me around hun, god have I missed seeing you!" "so what did you want to do today?" Stranger: I give you a big hug and kiss on the cheek, "well we have the house all to ourselves sooo loud music? Movie? Pool?" i say grinning leading us further into the house. Stranger: "Oh and food, gotta order food", i add You: "definitely food, I could go for some pizza, not to mention this weather is perfect for a swim Stranger: I give the thumbs up and get straight on ordering pizza. "Well make yourself at home. Did you bring anything to wear for the pool? If not you can borrow something". You: "If I could borrow something that would be great" "lets go order some pizza, I love a good Pepperoni" You: "oh and my shout, thanks again for having me around" (I shooch over closer to you) Stranger: "Oh you dont have to do that babe", i smile putting an arm around you. I get on my phone and order two pepperoni pizzas. "Should be around half an hour", i tell you siting back with you You: I put my hand on you thigh "I have really missed you" I stare into your eyes for what feels like an eternity Stranger: I smile "I've really missed you too", and stare back into your eyes. I kinda get lost for a moment and have to shake my head to come back to earth. There's always been this unsaid thing between us but all we ever have is been good friends. You: "why dont we go get changed for our swim?" its so hot in here" I start to blush while looking away in embarrassment of being so caught in the moment Stranger: "Good idea, lets go to my room and you can pick something out", i say getting to my feet and leading us up the stairs to my room You: "your room is so clean and tidy, and you still have your plushies so cute," I kneel down and pick up a pink bunny and give it a cuddle Stranger: "I really should have put that away", i say feeling slightly embarrassed. Deep inside i'm still a little kid but i try to hide it the best i can. I walk over to where i keep my swimming one pieces and bikinis, "so just pick out anything you want". You: "wow you have so many to choose from!! where did you get this" I say as I hold up a pink one piece swim suit with My little pony on the front that looks to be my size Stranger: "Oh my mom got me that years ago, i'm not even sure it fits me anymore. You can try it if you want", i say going through all the others. You: "are you sure its not to childish" I blush remembering that Im wearing a diaper underneath my dress, I think to myself maybe it was a bad idea wearing it out this time Stranger: "It's only us here, i wont tell anyone", i say reassuringly while i pick out a baby blue one piece You: I smile and nervously ask" where's the bathroom so I can get changed?" Stranger: "Well just next door but you can change here you know, i dont mind", i shrug You: I smile and start walking to the door but trip, my dress flips up exposing my pink diaper I yell "ouch" and slowly start to stand up Stranger: "Hey you okay?!?" i quickly say and rush over. I get a glimpse of the pink diaper as i come over. I kneel down and help you up, "You're so clumsy" i tease You: "yea im okay, sorry" I start to get a little teary eye Stranger: "Hey, did you hurt yourself?" i ask. My eyes wander down for a second getting a glimpse of the pink again. "Hey soooo...i mean i don't want to embarrass you anything it's just...are you wearing a diaper?" I ask delicately. You: I look down to see my diaper is still showing and panic trying to cover myself You: (just for reference https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1420/5108/products/BunnyHopps_2_Pk_grande.jpg?v=1585865912 ) Stranger: I don't say anything more seeing you're obviously embarrassed by it. I help you cover yourself up again. "So yeah the bathroom is just next door if you prefer", i say softly Stranger: (They are really pretty) You: "are you mad?" I ask quietly embarrassed that I've just been caught while indulging in my kink Stranger: "Why would i be mad?" i ask confused You: "I dont know, its just you caught me" You: "I like wearing diapers" Stranger: I shrug "You can wear whatever you want it doesnt bother me", i say putting a hand on your shoulder You: my face turns bright red as I whisper softly "it turns me on" You: I bury my face into my arms as I sit in the fetal position Stranger: I sit down facing you legs crossed and hug you. "It's okay honestly, i'm not going to judge you". You: I look up at you tears rolling down my cheeks, "really... thank you so much" I lean forward to hug you and end up pushing you over and falling on top of you and say "I love you" and kiss you on the cheek Stranger: I smile, "i love you too", i say resting my hands on your sides looking up into your eyes and then moving one hand to your cheek to wipe away some of your tears. You: I say softly "kiss me" Stranger: I look from your eyes to your lips and then back up to your eyes, my heart racing. I'd thought about doing that so many times but never had the guts to do it and now here we are with you actually asking me to. I slowly lean up and softly put my lips to yours. You: "I kiss back" I think to myself I cant believe this is actually happening this is exactly what I've always want and she doesnt mind my diapers, our tongues lock and roll, Im in complete bliss, so much in fact that I dont even notice that im wetting myself. Stranger: As we kiss and our tongues play i moan a little into your mouth, i dont even realise it. I move both hands to your butt over your dress. I can feel your diaper though the dress, its a strange feeling but it doesnt bother me. I hold your butt in my hands and squeeze a little with both hands. You: I start to get wet in other ways, soaking my diaper really gets me in the mood, I say "I'm a bad baby" then back to kissing, I slowly slide my hand past the waistband of your shorts and notice your going commando, I start to rub your clit which makes your moan more, you start to get so wet I notice that your shorts are starting to get wet. suddenly I hear a knock at the door. I stop suddenly and stare at you as say "PIZZA!!! oh god what do we do" Stranger: "Shit!" i say as i swear my heart stops for a moment. "Uh...i guess get our pizza?" i say smirking and almost laughing before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. I pull you off me and get to my feet with my shorts slightly down. I pull them back up but notice theres a wet patch at the front. I go to the bathroom, take my shorts off and put a towel around my waist so my bottom half is covered. I quickly go downstiars, get some money and greet the delievery guy at the door. He checks me out which i dont reeally appreciate.I qucikly close the door and sigh. You: as you rush down stairs to get the pizza, I quickly strip down so that I'm just wearing my soaked diaper, as you close the door, I say "Hey sexy, now that we both have said what we want, there is something else that I want for lunch ;)" Stranger: I look at you with a confused look as i walk over, my heart starts to race again You: I give you a kiss then remove your towel, I drop down onto my knees and spin you around,"now this is lunch!!" I part your cheeks and start to lick your ass while I reach forward and start to finger you Stranger: "Oh my god!" i cant help say out loud as soon as your tongue touches my ass. I spread my legs moaning, then i see the pizza and open one of the boxes, i start eating pizza as you eat me. You: I keep eating as your legs start to shake and quiver I stop quickly to say, "cum for me kayla, cum for me" Stranger: I moan louder and louder with a mouthful of pizza. I lift a leg up planting my foot on the wall giving you easier access. I rub my clit furiously closing my eyes as i get closer and closer and closer...until an explosion erupts from the pit of my stomach and cum hard making my whole body shake. My pussy juices dripping and running down my leg. You: I stop smiling knowing that you just came. "well you seemed to enjoy that" I start to walk back up stairs shaking my wet diapered butt "so.. are you going to come and punish you naughty baby?" Stranger: Desperately getting my breath back i look you up and down as you stand on the stairs, "get that baby butt up there", i say smiling. I follow you up taking off my shirt as i do leaving me completely naked. You: I get back into your room, as you walk in I stand there smiling, wetting my diaper when it starts to leak a little bit out the side of the leg hole running down my leg "i'm so wet ;)" Stranger: I look down and see the trickle slowly running down your leg "are you peeing yourself you naughty little girl?" i say grinning and just watching You: "i cant help it, having a dildo and butt plug inside my diaper makes me need to pee all the time" I say this an wink then come in closer for another french kissStranger: I kiss you, our tongue meet again, rubbing and dancing in each others mouths. My hands find your butt again, i feel all around your diaper back and then front getting a little bit of your pee on my hands. "You're really filling that up", i say as we part the kiss for a moment You: I start to moan as you brush your hand against the dildo. "punish me mommy, I've been a bad baby girl" Stranger: I bite my bottom lip, "Turn around and bend over for me, let me see that diaper of yours", i say as i start rubbing my clit again You: I start to get a funny feeling in my stomach so I start to push Stranger: "What are you doing?" i ask seeing your face change You: "I cant help it, when Im this horny, my body just acts on its own" Stranger: I get behind you and place my hands on the back of your diaper, rubbing it, feeling it all over as it gets heavier, "you've been a very naughty baby", i say You: I lay down on your bed, more pee leaks out "come punish me mommy, I have a change of supplys in my bag downstairs" Stranger: I admire you laying on the bed, "strip down to just the diaper", i say as i disappear to go get your bag. I soon return a moment later. I put the bag on the bed and go through it pulling out a fresh pair. I straddle you with a leg each side of your body, "you've been so bad", i say pinning your hands down with mine You: "you think ive been bad, you're the one who wet their pants earlier, maybe its you who should be wearing that diaper your holding" I smirk at you Stranger: I look at the diaper and then you and smirk, "Wana put it on me?" i ask i whisper in your ear and kiss your cheek You: I flip you on your back and roll on top of you my diaper dripping pee on your clit, I stand up and lift up your legs and expertly slide the diaper under you, before taping you up a waddle over to my bag and pull out a dildo and butt plug as I waddle back over I notice you touching yourself and getting wetter "looks like someones looking forward to trying a diaper" I move your hand away and slide the dildo inside you then spread your butt cheeks and insert the plug, I play with the dildo as I powder you up with talcum powder then tape the diaper shut and say "my turn" with a massive grin on my face Stranger: I watch as you expertly put the diaper on me, i can tell you've been doing this for a while. My eyes almost roll back into my head as both my holes are filled at the same time. I sit up a little in my diaper making the butt plug go in further. I kiss your lips and put you on your back as we switch places. I go through your bag and find other diaper. I look down feeling a little nervous with it being my first change. I lean and pull at your hips, slowly pulling the diaper down your legs. It's heavy i can tell you've done a lot in it. You: "sorry if I filled it up to much, you better be quick im so horny and I really need to pee again" You: "you look so sexy in your diaper Stranger: "It's ok", i whisper smiling and looking down at myself. I pull your diaper some more and slowly down your legs. You're very wet between your legs and your thighs are damp. I lift up your legs and continue to take the diaper off. I hold it in one hand feeling how heavy it is, "wow" i mutter and put it to one side. I get the powder with your legs still in the air and apply some, "am i doing it right?" i ask You: "your doing great sexy" now just be gently as you clean me with the baby wipes then you can use the powder and tape me up" You: ( your wearing this https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1420/5108/products/Tykables_Unicorn_-_2_Pk_grande.png?v=1585867502 ) Stranger: "Okay", i say reaching for the baby wipes. With your legs still up and move in closer with a wipe in one hand. I gently apply it to your pussy first. I gently wipe all around your slit and up and down it. I get another and continue wiping your front as i look into your eyes, "good baby". I get another wipe and raise your legs a little more. I press against your crack and wipe up and down, up and down biting my bottom lip as i cant believe its turning me on Stranger: (Really cute) You: I start to moan loudly as you change my diaper "make me cum mommy, punish me in my new clean diaper, i want you to sit on my face in your diaper and wet it" I scream "god im so horny seeing you in your diaper is amazings, gosh I love you so much" Stranger: I powder you and put the clean diaper on you. I kiss you deeply while cupping one of your tits and playfully slapping it a couple of times. I push you so your are flat on your back. I straddle you once more but with my ass at your face. I lower myself down slowly until you feel the diaper on your face. I push a little but i find it hard to pee at first. My mind goes to rushing waterfalls and fountains. Finally i feel a trickle coming out and i let out a sigh, "i'm peeing", i tell you as i slowly wet the diaper that is right on top of you. You: Feeling the warmth through your diaper I grab your thighs and push my face harder into your diaper and start rubbing your pussy with my face making moan, I start peeing my diaper again, Muffled, I say "rub me mommy rub me" Stranger: I start grinding on your face, my diaper all over your face as it gets wetter and wetter, heavier and heavier. I start feeling your diaper with both hands, rubbing it hard, slipping a hand inside finding your clit and lightly rubbing as you pee yourself You: I cum hard and fast, and slip out from underneath you and push you down on your back, I crawl over to your and cuddle up and say" that was the best cum I've had in a long time (in IRL too ;) ) so how do you like the feeling of a wet diaper?" Stranger: I smile, "I could get used to it", i say and kiss your lips and then your nose. I put an arm and a leg around you as we cuddle in our wet diapers. You: (that was amazing, gosh your amazing, I hope you came as hard as I did just now, gosh im exhausted and need a shower badly) Stranger: (Yeah that was pretty good, i wasnt expecting to get off to it that hard tbh) You: (I never asked, where are you from?) Stranger: Florida you? You: New Zealand Stranger: Oh cool, i've heard it's really nice there You: yea it is, Summers starting so its getting really hot You: have you got a alternative facebook account? Stranger: No i dont use facebook sorry You: ahh thats okay, I have my normal one then I have a fake one You: lol the name works pretty well XD Stranger: Lol oh wow You: if you ever want to try a diaper irl best place for you to get them is from Rearz they do free shipping in the us Stranger: Oh ok cool You: main reason its so expensive for me is the shipping Stranger: Never really thought about it before but i guess you never know You: 85usd just to ship to new zealand :( Stranger: Yikes You: yea.... :( if you ever want to chat or do this again I would love to feel free to message me on facebook :) Stranger: Ok cool Stranger: That was a lot of fun :) You: Im so glad you had fun You: thank you for being so open minded You: not everyone understands the diaper stuff, the fact you were able to get off to it is so freaking cool Stranger: I'm always willing to give stuff a try, and usually i get off You: you got me so horny to the point I even went down the messing route which I never do lol Stranger: The messing route? You: when I messed the diaper Stranger: Oh haha well i didnt mind it You: you're amazing You: thank you thank you thank you. you have just saved 2020 from being the official worst year ever XD Stranger: Lol ya tell me about it, well i'm glad i could make it better :) You: you definitely did ;) Stranger: ;) You: well please message me, After doing this I feel like I have really gained a cool new kinky friend ;) Stranger: ;) i might just do that You: if you do make a facebook, make your name Kayla wetts so I know its you :) You: were family now XOXOX Stranger: Yeah ok, if i do it'll probably be a fake one anyway You: exactly :) You: well im off to have a shower dont want to get diaper rash, its actually the worst thing ever, I feel so sorry for anyone that gets it Stranger: Yeah that must be pretty bad, well if i could i'd help you out You: Damn girl, making me wish you were here Stranger: Me too haha You: I dont want to leave because I dont want to stop talking to you that was so much fun You: And I didnt get to wear the pink my little pony swimsuit :( Stranger: :( that just means there has to be a next time You: YEA!!!! thanks again kayla that was the bestest Stranger: ;) my pleasure, like actually haha You: ;) get your self a diaper to try I know now for sure that you would love them in IRL even more than in the roleplaying You: https://rearz.ca/rearz-lil-squirts-splash-adult-diaper-v2-trial-pack/?setCurrencyId=5 You: thats a sample pack of some that a not too bulky but a good cute diaper Stranger: Oh ok thanks i'll take a look You: im a large in them and have a 36inch waist Stranger: Yeah i'll be a large too You: onesies are great for winter and with a pacifier it really helps to get into littlespace :) Stranger: You have a pacifier as well? You: yea (blushes) Stranger: That is adorable You: aww You: thank you Stranger: :) You: I have a pink pacifier, and this onesie https://onesiesdownunder.com/products/pastel-gamer-onesie You: and then I usually sleep with my plushie of road runner or sylveon Stranger: Omg you're just the cutest You: your making me so happy You: I find it hard to feel cute because im 6ft 4" tall Stranger: You can be tall and cute You: I feel cute talking to you :) You: my cheeks hurt from smiling so much Stranger: Awww baby *hugs* You: would you mind waiting 5min while I go freshen up, I wanna keep chatting Stranger: Yeah i can wait You: thank you :) Stranger: :) Stranger: Take your time You: im back, so much better if I waited any longer I would have got a rash, jeez you made me really soak that one Stranger: Haha i would say i'm sorry but... You: lol yea, its your turn next Stranger: And i actually forgot that i still had my butt plug in lol You: lol XD, I pushed mine out in the shower Stranger: Lol i just had a quick wash and it popped out You: I honestly cant wait for you to really try your first diaper, well not really your first Stranger: I am seriously thinking about it Stranger: When did you start wearing them? I mean as a fetish type thing You: hard to say really, I remember wanting to wear them from around the age of 4. I used to push a pack of diapers of the supermarket shelves into the shopping trolley as if itgot in there by accident Stranger: Awww You: I never really did ask, are you only into girl on girl or are you b Stranger: I guess i'm bi. I've never really given myself a label for my sexuality though, kinda fluid with that Stranger: What about you? You: Im not really sure what I am, Ive never really seemed to fit in anywhere even in school, I could make friends but, I just felt like I was watching everything pass by You: My mind is intense lol You: I find comfort in acting out as if I was a baby girl Stranger: I'm kinda similar, i'm more likely to be that one girl that sits in the corner of the room on her own reading something or listening to something Stranger: Haha i know intense, my mind is always working on something You: I need you to know that im actually a guy but everything I had said is true. :( sorry I lied but most guys when spoken to come off creepy, I just want someone to be friends with where I can be myself Stranger: Oh ok. Well i would have proffered it that you hadnt lied to me, i dont really like that. I like to think that i give people a chance You: you have and Im deeply sorry, Stranger: What's your real name then? You: Joel You: Lucy wetts is my fb account lol but obviously not even close my real one Stranger: Lol obviously You: I hope I havent made you feel bad in anyway, you are indeed an amazing person You: I wanted to tell you earlier but I though you would just close the chat Stranger: I mean i still had fun and i guess it's a roleplay so you can be whoever you want to be, just a little disappointing You: yea, I would love to continue, but being a guy, I can kinda only go once lol have to wait a bit to "recharge" Stranger: Tbh it was a little bit sus when you stopped kinda suddenly lol after you cum You: lol you already had me figured out Stranger: I wasnt 100% sure You: wanna start round 2? You: lucy leaves and then the pizza guy (me) comes back because I couldnt keep my mind off of what I saw Stranger: I think i might go actually. It was fun and gave me some things to think about Stranger: I might get on facebook sometime not sure You: well you know where to message me, it was lovely talking with you, I hope we can do this again sometime soon :) Stranger: I guess I can now say you're my baby girl and my baby boy and both will turn you on! any until next time Bye baby X You: bye mommy x Stranger has disconnected.
  11. I am writing a new omorashi story about a gay president’s son and his secret service protection agent. The idea is inspired by Kiera Andrew’s “Valor on the Move” a story I love, and thought the idea is not original the characters of this story are my own. By way of warning, this story will contain situations of danger and peril, though no-one will be seriously hurt by violence or killed (it is an omorashi fantasy after all). Feedback always welcome! Never mind the State of the Union, it was the state of his bladder that 19 year old Leon Young was worried about. Not that the bladder of the First Son of the United States had been at the top of his mother’s priority list when she chose to run for office. Leon’s father, a popular senator for the state of Arizona, had died of cancer when Leon was barely six years old, and President Esme Young had broken new ground in being not only the first female president of the US but a single mum to boot. She was not only shrewd, clever, charismatic and bold as a politician, but also had been a damn good mother to Leon, though in recent months her schedule had meant he didn’t see as much of her. By way of contrast, Leon saw himself as just an awkward, nerdy teenager – quiet and sensitive with a weak bladder. He had no political ambition and got nervous when speaking in public. He certainly couldn’t imagine himself being elected to any kind of public role. But by a freak of fate, here he was, not only the First Son, but also the de facto First Gentleman, expected to give speeches and make small talk with the rich and famous, complete strangers to him but prominent supporters of his mother’s presidency. The most embarrassing thing was when he failed to recognise someone really important or famous; such as an NFL star or a singer who all his classmates growing up would give their right arms to meet in person, and he hadn’t a clue who they were. Actually there was one thing more embarrassing than that he could think of, and that was that he was desperate for the loo and worried he was going to wet his pants. Leon had been busting for a pee for about the last three hours, or so it seemed to him, though he couldn’t recall when he had last been or exactly when the urge had come on. The last time he recalled being this desperate was when he was 14 years old at his private school. He had been returning with his class from a trip to the Alamo, Texas, back to Phoenix and despite regular stops his small bladder had protested on the coach on the way back. He recalled leaking into his boxers a bit and how red and embarrassed he had looked, although thankfully no one seemed to notice the quiet, shy kid being quieter and shyer than usual. When finally they got back after the 15 hour drive, he raced down the bus, forgetting his bag and being called back by Professor Hutchins and told to wait. By this time he was spurting into his pants at regular intervals. He had dashed back to his dormitory bathroom as soon as he was able, but didn’t make it and completely soaked his charcoal grey school pants in the toilet cubicle. He remembered feeling mortified by the experience, but fortunately he had a kind group of friends, and despite getting teased a bit, none of his schoolmates acted like complete tossers so he was able to laugh off the incident. The worst part though was his professors found out and he had to talk to the school counsellor about why he hadn’t been able to hold it (as if is was his fault his bladder seemed to be barely the size of grapefruit) and why he had been shy about asking a teacher to stop the bus for him. Now, however, he wasn’t just some kid in school uniform. He was the freaking First Gentleman, and he had been styled in a one of a kind periwinkle blue Brooks Brothers suit for President Young’s first State of the Union address. He didn’t think the President’s stylist would approve him wetting himself in it, and the thought of literally “creating a splash” that would give the tabloid paparazzi a field day at his expense was unbearable. Not to mention what his mother would say. Esme Young was kind, but he imagined that if all the headlines in the papers about her first State of the Union were replaced with lurid details of how the President’s son had pissed his pants at the reception, she might be a little upset. Leon hated being on display, and the State of the Union was one of those important and showy occasions for the President and her family. He had a kid sister, Emily, who was 15 and who seemed to enjoy the limelight much better than him. But as First Gentleman Leon had public responsibilities, despite the fact no-one had elected him. For the State of the Union, President Young was invited to deliver the speech by the Speaker of the House, and then in accordance with protocol she could choose 24 guests to join Leon in the First Gentleman’s box. His first duty had been to stand for a family photo, with his mother, sister, aunt and uncle and a couple of cousins, then all the cameras has been on him as he was escorted to his seat, mainly watching to make sure he didn’t yawn or fall asleep it seemed as his mother talked for about education, finance reforms, health and an end to discrimination. This had lasted at least an hour, mainly due to all the applause, and then he had been whisked off to a drinks reception where he had had to give a speech of his own thanking his mum’s many supporters and speechwriters. His sister Emily had managed to escape back to the White House but Leon was expected to stay on and thank in person a whole host of people whom he didn’t know, but whom his mother’s staff had shown him photos of. Leon had given the worst speech ever. It went along the lines of “erm – thanks for coming and all your hard work… mum (I mean the president) will be along soon… you know how fantastic the president is… you all voted for her… at least I hope you did… erm.. keep enjoying your drink”. At least it had got a laugh out of Marco. Marco was the gorgeous, ripped latino man from the Secret Service who was in charge of Leon’s protection. His mother had a whole fleet of agents for protection, and Leon had a couple in the background, but it was Marco who watched out for Leon’s every move. Leon knew Marco was just doing a job but it seemed the agent genuinely seemed to like him, asking him questions about how he was feeling in the car and noticing when he seemed anxious or upset. He looked over at Marco, so suave and elegant in a black dinner jacket to blend in with the occasion, but with a telltale earpiece and bulge to conceal his weapon. God he looked so handsome. He gazed intently at Marco, his short black hair and deep brown eyes. Then Marco noticed he had been staring, and he seemed amused. Leon flushed with embarrassment. A spasm in Leon’s bladder reminded him he needed to get to a toilet fast. He panicked, and thought he squirted into his pants a bit. Out of shyness, he had put off going in favour of feeling he still had to talk to another few dignitaries to please his mother, but he was about to create a scene. Quickly making excuses to some ambassador (who was praising him for how well he was stepping into his duties as First Gentleman for such a young man) he headed for the exit of the reception room. Marco quickly followed him. Leon noticed the sign to the gents toilets down a flight of stairs. … Marco Garcia had his eyes fixed on Leon and was watching his every move. The First Son was devilishly cute, with those fluffy brown curls and lost puppy dog eyes. Marco constantly wanted to give the lad an enormous hug, he seemed so on edge a lot of the time. Leon seemed to think the whole fate of the USA rested on his shoulders, and any slip would create an international incident. He was not the typical brash rich kid he had dealt with in the past. He remembered doing a protection detail for Freddie Green, an arrogant twenty year old film star, who thought he ruled the world and was racist to cap it all off. Then one day he had come back drunk from a party and pissed the bed. Karma, thought Marco. But Leon was simply adorable. Marco couldn’t think of a more kind, grateful, and polite young man, even if he did seem afraid of the entire world. Leon was gay, as was Marco, and if it wasn’t for professional boundaries and safety concerns, Marco would be wanting to hold him tight forever. At least he wasn’t conflicted about his job. If he was going to take a bullet for someone, Leon was definitely a worthy person. Now, Leon was staring at him, and looked a little – embarrassed? He has a crush on me, thought Marco, and smiled. If only things were different. His earpiece crackled. “Marco – it’s getting worse. Lioness won’t be coming over to the reception yet.. we are taking her straight back to the Castle.” This wasn’t good. Lioness was the code word for the President. If she wasn’t coming to the reception that meant the threat level from the protestors was more serious than first thought, and she would be going back to the White House. There had been protests at certain key political events for over a decade now, stretching right back to the Capitol riot of 2021, and President Young had had her fair share of protests. Some protested her policies, others just couldn’t seem to get used to having a woman in charge, especially one without a husband. Most of the time the protests were just a lot of noise, but tonight was different. Marco had a hunch it was a lot more serious, and Marco’s hunches were usually right. “Copy that,” said Marco. “Do you want me to pull Tiger out?” “Better safe than sorry. Yeah, bring him back down to the basement via the south staircase, the cars will be there soon. Oh and hang on there is something else…” Marco noticed his supervisor John sounded anxious. “All okay?” “Yes – I’m just hearing things are getting a bit out of hand on the Mezzanine level. It’s one level below you. Some protestors have broken through a window into the gents toilet. Keep Tiger away from there, will you?” “No worries.” Leon was moving now, and Marco relied this to the earpiece. “Tiger’s moving. I’m going for him. Oh no, I think he’s headed for the bathroom.” “Move, Move!” cried John urgently. “Marco – you have to stop him. Whatever it takes.” Marco didn’t need telling twice.
  12. Hey everyone. Here's a new story in a new series. I guess I'm back. But before anything else, I wanted to let you know a few things up front: 1) I wrote this purely for the fun of it. So it may well please me and no one else. 2) As part of that fun, this is basically a romance novella with some sexy bits. Since the sexy bits happen to be my desperation kink, and some of you are familiar with my work, omo.org is still the best site for it, but if you wanted a lot of hot hot omo action... eh, this may be a disappointment. There are, count 'em, three pee scenes so far. Peeing is a recurring undercurrent, but the love story comes first. (What can I say? The pandemic got me lonely...) 3) This is looooooooooooooo *sips water* ooooooooong. 26,000 words... and counting. 4) I haven't abandoned my other storyline with Zephyr and all, but this is the main project I'm working on for omo right now. Frankly I feel a lot more at home writing about awkward-but-cute hetero love stories than I feel writing about a possibly-unscrupulously-polyamorous lesbian harem. I'm just weird that way, I guess. 5) There are two more stories drafted after this one, but I don't know how often I'll be able to post in the near future. So while I would usually spin this tale out over a couple weeks, you're getting it all at once! So with all those disclaimers out of the way... meet Bree. I hope you like her, despite everything. --------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, Bree thought as she zipped up her sleeping bag, so this is happening. Who knew something as innocent as a quick pee break in the woods could start something like this? Though really, it hadn’t been so innocent. Shorts down around my knees… how good a look did he really get? Definitely not good enough! And I want to get a good look at him… I’ve wanted to look at him since that very first day…
  13. I had recently graduated and was on the lookout for a job. I had studied journalism, and I was hoping to land myself a job as a junior copywriter. Back then, I was 24, and was in a mindset to explore all possibilities. With the help of a few close connections in my social circle, I got a lead. It was a small advertising firm, based in Bangalore (a city in India). The interview went well, and I was offered a job with decent pay. Boy, was I excited. The thing I love about advertising is its open culture. Firstly, no dress code! From wearing shorts/tracksuits to dresses that make heads turn, everything was welcome with wide-open arms. Secondly, the motto "work hard, party harder" was something that most people in advertising tend to follow religiously. Got a new client, party! A campaign was a success, party! Someone new joining, party! Someone experienced leaving, party! I am sure you get what I am hinting at. So this company that I got into had a small team. Four graphic designers, two copywriters, one creative head, and two client servicing personnel. The office was vibrant as fuck. From graffiti on the walls to hand-painted illustrations to quirky captions, it was a dream come true for me. After a quick introduction, I was directed to my workstation. Beside me was Radha (name changed), who would eventually turn out to be my girlfriend. Radha had been in the industry for a few years. She handled the agency's major clients. She was 5'7, slim, medium-length hair, black eyes, and was the kind of person who was easy to approach. What I mean to say is, she made sure the other person felt comfortable around her very quickly. It's a common thing among smokers, the speed at which people shift from being strangers to buddies in the brief span of a smoking session is simply remarkable. That's exactly what happened between Radha and me. I still remember, she wore light blue jeans, a black shirt, a slip-on, very minimal jewellery, and what attracted me the most was, she had no make-up. In just 10 minutes, we got comfortable with each and I gathered the basic information about her. She was from a state in India called Kerala. Her apartment was close to where we worked. And she was a hardcore beef lover. I am sure most of you can relate to this - when you meet a person for the first, and suddenly you have this strong intuitive feeling that this person is someone who will eventually get close to you... I had that moment. Somehow, I just knew that Radha was a person worth pursuing. It took me lesser than a month to connect with people I was working with on a deep level. And in that short span, Radha and I became really good friends. Her personality and outlook towards life amused me. We were going out for lunch, exchanging memes, getting a lot of work done, and our special smoke breaks continued. It was two months now, and I could find myself being attracted to Radha each passing day. It was not just her physical aspect, but her personality which appealed to me on a much stronger level. We had the same taste in music, dated people who were toxic, had very similar experiences when it came to life, and in general, we connected well. Not wanting to let this pass, and avoid the dreaded "friend zone", I finally decided to ask her out. It was a weekend, and some of us were working on an important pitch for a new client. It was late afternoon, and Radha invited me for a quick smoke. We were up on the roof, and I just went ahead and asked her if she'd be open for dinner? At first she was unable to understand what I was hinting at, so I went ahead and explained myself more clearly "As in, a date". She requested me for some time to think about what I'd asked her, to which I agreed. The next couple of hours was very challenging, as my anxiety got the best of me. My phone lights up with a notification, and it was her. "Let's go for a walk, and grab a cup of coffee" she said. There was this place we frequently visited, and it was a 10 minutes walk. While we were at it, she opened up to me about her past in detail. Explained to me that she had battled cancer, and was a survivor. Her family and she were not on great talking terms, and she had made peace with that. In short, what she tried telling me was this - there is a difference between loving a person and loving the idea of that person. The manner in which she communicated intimate details about her life with such ease simply swept me off my feet. We walked to the coffee stall as friends, we walked back holding hands. "How about we ditch having dinner at a restaurant, and order something at my place tonight?" she asked. That moment, I knew I'd just gotten lucky. The work stretched for a few more hours, and finally, I found myself at her apartment. We ordered food, and the next thing I know, I was sitting on her bean bag and Radha on my lap. Years have passed, but that memory is still so vivid in my mind. We turned the lights down and sat in each other's arms just enjoying our presence. Eventually, we kissed, and off came our clothes. We made love to each other almost 4 times that night. We were clear to keep our relationship private. Each day, we'd finish work and head back to her place. We both had been single for quite some time before meeting each other. Lust was strong, and we simply couldn't keep our hands off ourselves. After series of such nights, on this particular evening, we got talking. One thing led to another, and she asked me if I had any wild sexual fantasies. Now, the ball was in my court. I had to be smart, and truthful. I decided to go ahead and tell her about my kink. We were sitting on the counter of her kitchen that had a window. The view was nice, and it was our designated smoking zone. She was wearing a long T-shirt and a pantie. And I was just wearing my boxers. As we smoked, I asked if she was familiar with the term "watersports". She said no, and seemed a little curious. My heart was racing, and the anxiety was visible on my face. She noticed that and assured me that it was okay and to just say it. It took me a few seconds, and I lit another cigarette. Deciding to just go for it, I explained to her what watersports was all about. She looked at me, and said: "So the idea of me peeing on you is your turn on". I have never blushed so much in my life like I did that evening. There was a sense of playfulness in her tone, which assured me that she was not disgusted. I continued to smoke and told her everything. I mentioned how seeing a woman wet her pantie was one of my huge fetishes. And continued telling her more about it in detail. Man, I was so lucky to have her in my life. She listened to me with a lot of interest, and told me that she'd never heard of such things in the past, but was happy to try it out. I was probably one of the happiest men in the world that night. We watched some comedy for an hour, and she told me, that night there was no need to order food, and she'd cook for me. I helped her in the process, and while was marinating the chicken, I was chopping the vegetables. She had this mischievous smile as she turned to me, and said "why don't you go ahead and lift my t-shirt, I am guessing you'll like what you see" Every cell in my body screamed with excitement, as I did just that. My heart quite literally skipped a beat when I saw a wet patch between her legs. All I did was kiss her right there, and wrap my arms around her waist to bring her closer to me. She was pretty surprised as to how much that excited me, and said: "You wouldn't be disgusted if I pee right here will you?" My breathing was starting to get heavy, and my cock pushing its way out of my boxers. I nodded enthusiastically and watched between her legs without batting my eyelid. She said it was difficult to let go while I watched, and requested me to give her a few seconds. And finally, it happened. Radha stood in her kitchen, as pee trickled down her thighs, soaking her pantie, and ending up making a huge puddle on the tiled floor. (This is Part One. Everything mentioned in this story is true and not dramatized even to the slightest. Do let me know if this is interesting, based on which, I will go ahead and share many many more experiences that unfolded after this)
  14. Hey everyone! So, this is a fascinating series to me. Started as a commission for one of our members, with the third part then commissioned by another, each installment feels very different and offers something unique. I hope you all enjoy and if you wish to commission something for yourself, just drop me a message. PART I: THE DESPERATE DIAPERLESS SCHOOLGIRL Allison Clofield seemed by most standards to be a normal, sixteen-year-old girl. She had her clique at high school: A best friend named Emily, a crush named Max who she wished would notice she existed and hated most of her schoolwork; like everyone else. She was black haired and green eyed, with long straight hair that ran down to her shoulders. She had 38C breasts that bulged tightly against a collection of red polka dot bras she owned and usually wore long summer dresses to her school; especially on hot summer days like these. A few boys paid her some attention, however her one claim to fame was breaking the hand of a boy who’d tried to lift her dress up during 9th grade. She’d been sent to the principal’s office, however had gotten away with only a few limited detentions for the next month; leading some to accuse her of being a teacher’s pet. In truth, the principal had understood the severity of her response upon reading her file. Had the boy seen under her dress, it would have caused the girl massive social humiliation for months on end. For Allison Clofield; a sixteen-year-old and otherwise perfectly normal girl, had to come to school every day wearing diapers. It had been the case for her every day since she was ten years old. She had been out horse-riding with her family; a rare treat to a ranch in Arizona, when a skittish horse had reared at a car back-firing, leading to her being thrown from her horse. The fall had damaged her bladder muscles; though thankfully not her bowels, something she was eternally grateful for as that would have been near-impossible to keep secret. It had led to her being humiliated at a sleepover with her best friend Emily several weeks later, when sometime around 3:00AM in the morning, she had humiliatingly wet herself in a sleeping bag; waking up several minutes later in sopping wet pink pyjamas and a large puddle of her own making. Since then, she had worn diapers to schools, sleepovers and any major social gathering that wasn’t her immediate family. While Allison did not enjoy having to wear them, over the months and years since her accident; she had become used to it and a master of both hiding her problems, as well as slowly beginning to regain some control. On rare occasions, she could make it through an entire school day without wetting herself in the purple pampers her family discretely placed on her shelf; in a hidden corner where her friends would not easily see them when coming around. On these days, she usually returned home bursting, squirming and making a mad dash for the bathroom, leaking but ultimately, releasing most in the bathroom. These days she considered blessed, though they were few and far between and hadn’t happened for months. It was the hottest summer on record in Arizona and as such, she; along with everyone else, carried around water bottles constantly. Unlike most, she couldn’t rush off to the toilets as if people heard the crinkling sound of the diapers while she was getting changed; her secret would be quickly exposed. Along with that, boys occasionally kicked open the weakly locked doors to annoy the girls and while hardly enjoyable for anyone, it would be absolutely mortifying for her to be caught half-naked, with her diaper around her ankles, applying talcum powder and cleaning herself. As such, Allison had made her peace with wetting her diaper regularly at school. At first, she would isolate herself; finding a hidden spot behind trees, the edges of her school field or buildings, however this she found just made her more nervous and her friends started asking where she was going. Eventually, she realised the best way to handle it was just to gently release whenever the need got too bad and even; after a while, to just carry on working, playing or talking and lose control as her weakened bladder muscles broke naturally. Despite her fears the first few times it happened; no one was ever the wiser, the ruckus noise of high-school more than drowning out the very quiet sounds of her losing control. Ironically; because she almost never visited the toilets, this had led to her gaining the reputation of having an iron-bladder, something she constantly found amusing. The first time she’d been told that, she had actually been mid-accident and her friends compliments had made her burst out laughing. Nevertheless, it was a useful lie to keep up and one that had served well in keeping her secrets. However, it is almost impossible to keep something hidden forever and today was going to put that to the test. Alisson woke to the sound of crashing wood; making her jerk up instantly. She looked and saw her bedroom shelf had collapsed, spilling books, mementos and her diapers over the floor. Worse still, it had knocked a 2-litre bottle of lemonade from her desk and the liquid was now seeping over and into her diapers; drenching them all. “Oh no, no, no!”. “Fuck!”. Her only remaining ones, she knew there were no further supplies in the house at the moment and the realisation made her blood run cold. She looked to check her alarm clock; hoping she might have enough time to get her mum to drive her to the general store and was sorely disappointed. 8:52. “Fucking hell!”. School started at 9:30 and the drive there was just under half an hour. They’d have no time to stop at the store; especially as she remembered her mum had a meeting at her work nearby at 9:35. FUCK. “Alisson, stop swearin- Oh my god! What happened?!”. Her mum; Sarah Clofield, stood in the doorframe of her room, shocked at the sight of the broken shelf. “My shelf broke and I’ve overslept and my supplies are ruined and I don’t know what to do, I can’t go to school, I can’t!”. Sarah momentarily was at a loss for words. Her daughter was extremely upset and she knew well of her problem. At the same time, she was rushed, tired; from planning a work-meeting half the night, as well as determined for Allison not to avoid school for anything but the most important of reasons. “Get dressed, quickly; you need to go to school”. “But-”. “No buts. I know it will be risky but you’ve held it before on days there, you can do it again. Now come on. Get dressed”. Her mom left the room before Alisson could argue, leaving her frustrated and scared. She quickly ran to use the toilet, trying to empty as much liquid from her bladder as she could. Then; quickly getting changed, she got into a white sun dress and her favourite pair of sandals. Underneath, she wore a pair of cotton white knickers; which pressed gently against the bush of her pubic hair. She squirmed awkwardly looking at herself in the mirror, feeling almost-naked without her protection. “Allison, come on!”. Not having any more time to think, she raced down the stairs. *THREE HOURS LATER* Allison sat nervously in double Math class, small beads of sweat being wiped away from her forehead; as she and her class cooked in the Arizona sun. “So far, so good” she thought. She had no great need to use the toilets yet and her first block of lessons was nearly over. Soon, it would be time for a break; where she would use them, just-in case. She could feel the slightest twinges in her bladder but they wouldn’t be beyond her control yet for a number of hours, she knew this from experience. As Math came to an end, she felt herself let-out a sigh of relief. She had control of her body and her need was easily manageable. She’d been freaking out this morning for nothing. Maybe she could talk to her mum and Doctor about coming to school without protection more often. As she and Emily exited the class, she turned to her friend: “Hey, will you come with me to the bathroom quick?”. “UGH but they’re halfway across the school and the cue’s gonna take ages!”. “What do you mean? There’s one around the hallway”. “Didn’t you hear? School’s tearing up all the plumbing, except in Fredrickson block. All toilets closed today except those”. “Oh”. “Why, you really need to go?”. “Nah, I can hold it I guess, just annoying to walk”. “You’re telling me!”. “OH FUCK” thought Allison. This was bad. This was really, really bad. The only toilets open today were half-a-dozen cubicles on the other side of school, for a high-school with over eight-hundred students. She knew the cues would be massive and if she leaked in them, everyone would know in seconds. She was going to have to hold it the entire day. FUCK. *TWO HOURS LATER* Allison was chewing through her pencil in English class, her legs gently tapping together rhythmically as she squirmed in her seat every few minutes. Her need to use the toilet had gradually increased for the last hour, until it was now a noticeable frustration to her and her work. Normally; at this point, she’d either begin to have an accident within the safety of her diaper or be on the verge of it but that was not an option here. She knew she was beginning to become desperate for relief, however she would not; could not allow herself to have an accident. She remembered the last time she’d wet herself openly, at her friend Emily’s house. She’d drank two-lemonades before falling asleep; something that pre-accident had been no problem to hold, yet her dream that night was horrible: Trapped inside a funfair mirror house they’d been to that day together; absolutely bursting for the toilet. She felt dizzy, sick and like a lead ball was in her stomach as she stumbled through the house; laugher all around her, as she clutched between her legs, pushing her hands deep within her blue frilly knickers to help her hold. She’d been incredibly embarrassed, as she could feel the laughter around her increase; yet nothing compared to the moment where; half a minute-later, though it could have been hours for her sleeping body, where with her knees halfway bent to the ground and her entire body shake, she had felt herself lose control violently. The wetness spread quickly over her red jeans, soaking her shaking fingers, knickers and covering her legs as a growing puddle formed around her. She watched dozens of versions of her simultaneously have the same accident, able to view her shame from every angle as she completely lost control like a four-year old instead, of the mature ten-year-old she knew she was at the time. She didn’t think it could get any worse, as tears began to roll down her face when suddenly; she woke up in a fright, sweating profusely. For a moment, she’d been immensely relieved; thanking whatever God there was it had all been a nightmare. Then, her heart sank as she realised she could still feel the wetness from her dream. Peeling back her sleeping back, she saw her pink heart pyjamas were absolutely sodden and she could feel the puddle her legs were lying in; as well as see the wetness that had stained the carpet and some of her nearby clothes. Moments later, Emily had woken up from her slumber; disturbed by Allison and saw her best friend crying quietly, sitting in a puddle and absolutely humiliated by what she’d done. She hadn’t even been able to speak to her best friend again for several weeks; until her family forced her to, from which point she had been determined to NEVER lose control like that again in-front of anyone. From that day on, she’d been resolute in never humiliating herself again and though she hadn’t been thrilled when her doctor and parents suggested diapers; she preferred anything to that absolute horror of losing control. Sitting there; desperate and vulnerable in class, she cursed her condition silently and the “Bloody fucking stupid horse” that had caused her bladder muscles to be so weak. She continued squirming quietly, her legs pressing together in growing need every few minutes; as Emily leaned over to her. “Hey Allison, are you okay? You’re fidgeting a lot”. “Oh, sorry!” said Allison; blushing bright red. “I-I’m just really bored, want to have lunch soon”. “Me too” said Emily, satisfied with Allison’s answer. “Oh my god she can see me fidgeting” thought Allison. She froze still, unwilling to attract attention to herself again but that made holding twice-as-hard. She could feel the pressure building in her stomach and looked desperately towards the clock. 32 minutes till lunch. She had to at least hold it till then. She wasn’t going to make it all day. Not even close. But if she could make it until break, she could go to one of secret spots in the trees and hopefully, have privacy to relieve herself there. That is, if she could even hold on that long. Every minute that ticked by was increasing her desperation exponentially. She could feel her legs shiver and vibrate but willed herself to sit as still as possible, too ashamed to attract attention. As subtly as she could, she let an arm fall into her lap; as if slumping from boredom, then dug her fingers through the fabric of her summer dress. The relief was amazing and she had to stop herself gasping from pleasure but she knew it was only a temporary measure and that when she had to walk again unaided, it was going to put incredible strain on her bladder. Ten minutes left. The pressure was beginning to return in force, even with her hand there to help her hold. Nine minutes. It was getting worse. Allison watched every second on the clock tick past. Eight minutes. The pressure was getting really bad. By this point, she knew she’d normally be wetting herself into her diaper. God, she wished she had one with her right now. The relief would be amazing and she could stop being scared of humiliating herself. Max was in the class with her and if she had an accident in front of him, she knew she would die of shame. Seven and a half minutes. She could feel her legs began to shake violently. “Oh god no!”. Suddenly, she felt a burst of pee spring out; soaking the front of white cotton panties for just over a second, before she clamped her legs together hard and stopped the flow. Allison’s face turned as red as a tomato and she looked towards everyone to see if they had noticed. Thankfully, her classmates were staring numbly towards their boring English spelling power-point. Never had she been more grateful for spelling, as she let out a quiet sigh of relief. She could feel the wet patch pushing against her trembling pussy, the piss soaking into the bush that surrounded it; which undoubtedly had played its part in saving her from leaking onto her chair. She could feel the pressure having eased slightly, enough for her to hold through till lunchtime but knew her situation was still urgent. Mercifully, the bell rang before her bladder worsened again. Quickly gathering her stuff, she wanted to bolt out the door but instead opted for a brisk walk; her legs tightly together, as the strain on her bladder was still bad. “Hey Allison, you want to grab lunch together? They’ve got milkshakes on sale today!”. Allison really did not need any further reminders of liquid, as she forced herself to turn around and smile. “I’ll catch up, see you in 10!”. She forced herself to quickly jog away before Emily could question her, the pain in her bladder nearly unbearable. Getting around the block, she saw there was nobody by this corner of the building and; pressing her back to the wall, shoved both hands in between her summer dress. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried out softly, holding with all her might as she could feel herself about to lose control completely. “Please no!” she begged, digging her fingers tightly into the fabric and slowly, her need lessened; though just barely. She knew she was seconds away from either relieving herself willingly or her body would do it for her. Stumbling quickly into the trees surrounding the school-playing field, she had to stop every few seconds to cross her legs or dance on the spot; her knees bending rhythmically, as she shook with desperation. God, her bladder felt like it was on fire; she thought. The closest she’d been to an accident like this since the sleepover was standing in a doctor’s office, having been asked to fill her bladder for a scan. She remembered how embarrassed she’d been, having to squirm on the spot in front of her mum and Doctor Lindsey; how she’d nearly lost control when the ointment was placed onto her belly to do the scan. She remembered dashing madly to the waiting room office, feeling like she’d narrowly avoided a major accident. Well, this was worse. Far worse. She could feel the overwhelming pressure on her bladder and knew in moments; her incontinence would overtake the little control she was able to exert. It was just a few more metres. A few more and she’d be covered on three sides by trees and would be able to see or hear anyone coming behind her well before they could spot her. She could see her old spot and moved over to it, as she positioned herself to squat down. But there was a problem. To get her knickers down, she’d have to move her hands from between her legs. It would only take a few seconds. But could she hold that long? She danced desperately on the spot, trying to regain enough strength to remove her hands; just for a few moments. “I haven’t been this close to wetting myself in years”, thought Allison; as she finally felt she had enough control to last a few more seconds. The grip of her fingers loosened. Her hands slipped from between her summer dress. Trembling at first; then shaking violently, she removed her hands and had just gotten her hands around the edge of her panties when she gasped with shock. Her bladder muscles gave out completely and she could feel pee soak through her knickers instantly, expanding the wet spot as the fabric was soaked from between the hair around her clit right up to and around her bum; as tendrils of pee ran down the back of her clamped legs. After three seconds, she was able to stop it and wanted to gasp with relief but had tears in her eyes from shame. She had wet herself. In school. Admittedly, while not a full accident and easily coverable once she dried off the back of her legs; she was so disappointed in herself. She wasn’t a baby. She was meant to be a sixteen-year-old girl. Prom was next year, where she wanted to have a fancy dress and; hopefully, lose her virginity. Ideally to Max. All of her friends would be grinding against the boys at the after-party, letting themselves be touched and pleasured through their elaborate clothing. What was she going to do? Ask Max to pleasure her through her diaper? Or not use on and just piss on his cock halfway through sex? The thought made her feel sick and not for the first time; she hated her condition, feeling a tear roll down her face as she held back a sob. “Calm down Allison” she said to herself internally. “You’ve not lost control yet. Well… not really. You just need to clean up and finish this and look on the Brightside, your bladder’s feeling much better now. You can relieve yourself without risk of another accident”. She was right. The pressure on her stomach was greatly weakened, enough that she felt like she could probably hold on for ages longer if she cared to; though she did not. Sliding down her drenched knickers, she kicked them off and stuffed them into her pocket; she knew there was no use to wearing them now. They’d just make her feel icky and stupid. As she squatted down to get her full relief, she heard a voice call out: “Hello?”. HOLY SHIT. That was Max’s voice. Standing up in a panic, she saw him come through the treeline and spot her a few seconds later. She thanked half the gods she could remember that he hadn’t been there thirty seconds earlier, while cursing every other one that he was here now. The back of her legs still had tendrils of pee on them and while there was; thankfully, no puddle around her, she wished that her crush had chosen any other time but now to speak to her. Max had dark brown eyes, blonde hair and muscles that made Allison gaze at him dreamily through half of her classes. He was an inch over 6ft. and usually wore a white sports top and black ripped jeans, which she thought was super attractive on him. “Why does he have to notice me now?! Now of all times?! WHY!!!” she screamed internally. “Hey Allison, you okay? What are you doing here?”. “Uh, h-hi Max. I’m just, p-picking Sun blankets!” she exclaimed, gesturing needlessly to the flower bank besides them; the first lie she could think of. “Oh cool”. “W-what are you doing here?”. “Oh, was just wondering about, thought I heard something; was bored so I thought I’d check it out. You mind if I join you?”. On any other day, she’d have immediately shouted “YES!” loud enough for half the school to hear but if he saw the back of her legs, he’d realise immediately that she’d had an accident. She knew he would tell the entire school, she’d be humiliated, no-one would be friends with her and she knew she didn’t have enough money to fly to China and retreat to the mountains. Maybe she could become a desert hermit instead. Sighing under her breath with frustration, she said: “Sorry Max, I kind of like picking flowers here by myself”. “Oh… okay. Well, could we hang out some other time? You know, maybe go to the cinema or something?”. “What, like a date?”. “Y-yeah, basically. I mean, if that’s cool with you; if not, I get it”. “No, no; that would be great! I’d love to! Thank you!”. “You’re welcome. How about, next Tuesday, 6:00?”. “I’ll be there!”. For a moment, any need in her bladder was forgotten as she was overjoyed to finally be asked out by her crush. Normally, she’d savour the moment with him; however, she still needed to clean up. “Well, I’ll see you back at next class?”. “Yeah, totally”. “Gre-”. Suddenly, a loud high pitched whirr cut Allison off. It was the fire-alarm, blaring all over the school; summoning all kids immediately to the playground. Allison wanted to scream at the sound. “Oh fucking hell, what dickhead hit it this time?! Well, we’d better go; you know how Mrs. Shaw gets if anyone’s late for fire alarms.”. Mercifully, Max turned his back and started walking forwards long enough for Allison to quickly wipe away the thin lines of pee around her legs, bum and between her legs; before running over to him, moments before he turned back around. “Okay” thought Allison. “I’ve got some relief and there’s only twenty minutes of lunch; then one more class today: German. I can do this. I can hold it. I can make it”. Allison Clofield spent the next few minutes, chatting with Max; during which time she completely forgot about her bladder needs. However, once lessons started; it was a different story. German; despite being the shortest lesson, was in the hottest room with broken-air con and stuffy walls. Everyone was guzzling water and Allison; who’d denied herself any all day, was beginning to suffer a bad headache and had to have some, otherwise she knew she was going to be sick. Though trying to restrain herself, the room’s stuffy nature meant she’d drank more than half her 500ml bottle in under half an hour and fairly soon, she was feeling the renewed pressure on her bladder. As her desk was at the back of the room and neither Emily; nor Max, were in this class with her, she resumed her squirming to hold on, which helped. But not much. By the last few minutes, she had wrapped her legs around each other, was regularly holding herself and the coldness of her seat was doing her no favours. Now panty-less, every squirm was against cold rubber and she knew even the slightest leak would be noticeable. She simply could not let ANYTHING out or everyone would know. As such, her bum shifted uncomfortably against the chair as she regularly crossed and uncrossed her legs; doing her best to remain inconspicuous, though still feeling embarrassed that at sixteen, she was acting more like how most schoolgirls do when they are seven or eight. She considered asking the teacher to let her use the toilets on the other side of school, however Mr. Tollinson was extremely strict and she knew there would be cues even if he did, despite it being lesson time. A fellow classmate; Rachel, she could see was bouncing up and down in her chair with desperation, having been denied the chance to use the bathroom at the start of lesson. Watching her did nothing to help her own situation, so instead she kept her head down and tried to focus on anything else; other than her own or anybody else’s need to use the toilet. By the time she carefully walked out of class, Allison felt as desperate as she had in the last half-hour of English class. Carefully waddling to the bus, she sat herself alone; in an isolated corner, for once grateful Emily didn’t take the bus with her on Thursdays. Every bump in the road, every slow moving line of traffic, every turn the driver took too fast was pure torture on Allison’s desperate bladder, as an entire day’s worth; minus her big leak, worth of pee sloshed about inside her. She bounced and held herself and kept back half-a-dozen leaks that tried to spring from her but she wouldn’t let them. She had to hold it. She could do it. She wouldn’t wet herself. She wouldn’t. She repeated those words in her head, over and over; believing them less and less each time. Finally; just as she felt her bladder could take no more, the bus pulled in to her stop, roughly half a mile’s walk from her house. Slowly getting off the bus; much to the driver’s annoyance, she practically waddled towards her home as she felt a cold-draft fill the air. Her desperation was now as bad as it was around the beginning of lunch and she knew she couldn’t hold it any longer. A gust of wind blew down the street, flapping her dress and going in-between her legs. The cool air rushed against her bushy pussy and caused her to freeze up as a long stream of pee raced from her for two seconds, causing a small puddle3 to appear on the sidewalk, small rivers of pee on the back of her legs and a wet patch on the front of her summer dress; where she’d been holding the fabric against herself. However, unlike the previous leaks; her desperation only increased as she desperately danced on the spot, forcing herself to move forwards. She was so close. She couldn’t lose control now. She couldn’t. She couldn’t. She could. She could. Oh god, she was going to. She was going to have an accident. She was going to wet herself. “I’m going to wet myself!”. Those words played back in her mind a dozen times over as she closed the remaining distance to her house. Her hand was glued in-between her dress for those final few metres and with her other, she desperately pulled out her front-door key, unlocked it as her whole body violently shook and pushed open her front door. Slamming it behind her, she turned around and was startled to see her mum was home, standing in the kitchen doorway; looking towards her. She would later learn work had let her off early, after a successful pitch. The minor surprise would normally mean nothing. Today, it was the straw that broke her bladder’s back. Sarah Clofield watched as her daughter’s entire body trembled violently for a few seconds, rooted to the spot; before a loud hissing sound filled the air. Rivers of urine flowed down her daughter’s legs, as Allison felt her bum, ankles and sandals become drenched in seconds. Her summer dress; the front half pressed uselessly between her legs, got caught in the onslaught of wetness and began to drip with pee as Allison completely lost control. Her mother watched silently as her daughter continued to wet herself in front of her, seeing the tears forming in Allison’s eyes; before running down her cheek. Allison; exhausted and overwhelmed with both shame and self-loathing, felt her knees buckle as she fell into her expanding puddle, her body shaking with same and sobs as she began to cry with frustration. She could feel the bush of her pussy soaking into her puddle; along with most of her summer dress, as her toes curled against the cold liquid and her mother embraced her into a hug; feeling but ignoring her daughter’s pee soaking into her own jeans. “I-i-I’m sorry mum, I-I tried! I c-couldn’t-” sobbed Allison. “It’s okay, it’s okay sweetheart, you did so well; you made it, you made it home, I won’t tell anyone. It’s okay”, said her mother soothingly. Allison finally felt the last of her pee rush out of her, as her mother gently stroked her black hair through her fingers; as she sobbed into her shoulder. She knew this was a lot better than losing control at school, on the street or GOD FORBID in-front of Max but she still felt humiliated. She was twenty-steps from the nearest bathroom and had wanted so badly to make it home, to use her own toilet and for all her suffering to be worth it; for her pride to not be in the puddle around her. Still, her mother’s soothing words slowly calmed her down and eventually, she had relaxed enough to; solemnly, take a shower. By the time she was done, her mother had picked out clean clothes for her, tossed her wet ones into the laundry and cleaned up her puddle. Eventually, sometime after dinner; once Allison had gotten comfortably cleaned up and into a new diaper, she told her mum of Max asking her out and her mood began to lighten. The next day, she returned to school, nervous but happily realised no-one had noticed anything. Her regular diaper was comfortably around her and she felt safe again, though knew she had a challenge up-ahead. For Max was taking her out on a date soon and she would have to make a decision: Did she wear one and risk him finding it if hands wondered? Or, go without and risk results 10x worse? Allison sighed. “Life is hard” she thought grumpily. “And wet”. THE END PART II: THE DESPERATE DIAPERED DATE Allison was nervous. She was about to go on a date with long-time crush Max Fielding, who she had desired all-year. If she was anyone else, she knew she’d be dancing around elated; waiting until she’d sat through a generically acceptable amount of the movie they were going to see, before they could make-out. She’d dreamed of him kissing her, a hand slipping over her breasts; yet dreaded what would happen if he took it further and knew that was a risk. For if he did, Max would learn her greatest secret: That she had to wear diapers to avoid what would otherwise be near-daily, humiliating accidents. She had suffered a horrible one, exactly-one-week ago; barely making it home and avoiding an accident at school, before her bladder strength collapsed in the home stretch and she’d wet herself in front of her mum. Even now, the memory made her cringe; though she was more understanding than anyone else would be about it. She hadn’t worn that summer dress since and thinking of how she’d nearly lost-it in front of Max that day was enough to make her stomach turn with fear. She wanted badly to not wear a diaper on their date but couldn’t risk him finding out her secret, from watching urine run down her legs after she downed too much coke. So, she resolved to not let Max anywhere near her lower-half tonight. What would she do in the future? Right now, she really didn’t want to think that far ahead. Tonight, she would just enjoy Max kissing everywhere else. Unfortunately, even that wasn’t going to be as simple as she hoped. Max, the sweet, romantic; probably horny, pain had told Allison that he intended to dress up for their date and that: “I can’t wait to see how you’ll look!”. After that, Allison knew she’d have to wear something sexy but nothing seemed right… except one thing. Several weeks ago, Emily had dragged her to the shops; insisting she “Spice up” Allison’s wardrobe. It had been a tense day for Allison, making sure Emily didn’t walk into her changing and see her diapers; however, the biggest waste in her mind was having to pacify Emily by spending way too much money on a shiny-red dress, with a low-cut cleavage. She didn’t wear dresses. There was too much risk of her diaper being glimpsed. But tonight, she knew it was what Max wanted. She could get away with it just once… Right? RING!!! Allison jumped nervously, her breasts bouncing inside her loose pink-bra; as she grabbed her phone. “Hi Allison! “Oh hey Max!”. “Hey, just calling to let you know I’m fifteen minutes away. Is that good with you?”. “Yeah, of course; that’s fine. See you then!”. “Can’t wait, bye!”. “Bye!”. “ARGH!!!!!!!” thought Allison; panicking. She was standing; practically naked, with no idea what to do. Finally, after what felt like hours of further deliberation; she unclipped her pink bra, sliding herself into the red dress, while making sure her diaper was securely fastened underneath as high as it could be, while the dress was as far down to her knees as possible. Her cleavage was on full display, pressed tightly together and bulging against the tight fabric of the dress; displaying her ass nicely as well. Looking at herself in the mirror, Allison felt confident. “I can do this” she thought. “I can do this”. Hearing the doorbell ring, she grabbed her bag and raced down the stairs; before opening her front-door. Max was standing there, dressed smartly in freshly-ironed black jeans, white trainers and a smart-casual black button shirt; a brown leather jacket over that. The two eyed each other lustfully, smiling. “Wow you look gorgeous!” said Max, causing Allison to blush. “Aww thanks, you don’t scrub up so bad yourself”. “You ready?”. “Let’s go”. Max smiled and took Allison’s hand in his as they began walking down the street, needing to take a one-mile walk to the nearest train station; from where they would head into the city. They chatted easily and comfortably for several minutes, which greatly relieved Allison; who had been afraid Max would find her boring. Instead, they had an easy chemistry and Allison began day-dreaming about maybe, possibly; letting him get to second base, if the cinema was empty enough… WHOOSH! Suddenly, a strong burst of wind blew into them; causing Max to shiver and Allison to let go of Max’s hand and grab the hem of her dress; which blew upwards slightly. A dozen more gusts hit them over the next couple of minutes, with Allison carefully holding her dress against them; trying not to show how tense she was. “Oh god, if the wind gets any stronger, my dress is going to fly up” she thought nervously. Thankfully, the wind began to die down and after several minutes; had been reduced to a gentle breeze, unable to do more than sway the fabric of her clothes. Feeling confident enough to retake Max’s hand, she caught him lustfully staring at her boobs; which made her smile. Maybe this dress was a good idea after all- WHOOSH!!! A fierce gust of wind raced towards them and at that very moment, Allison stumbled; catching her boot in a pothole, causing her to lose grip of Max’s hand. As she regained her balance, the wind caused her dress to fly up as Max turned to face her; giving him a full-frontal view of her as the dress went above her hips. Allison felt as if the world had slowed down; like being in a slow-motion car crash, as she watched Max’s eyes widen when he saw her blue pampers diaper, unmistakeable for anything else. A second later, Allison pushed her dress down; yet it was too late, confirmed when Max said: “Um, Allison… are you wearing a diaper?”. Allison felt her blood run cold and began to tremble violently, tears coming to her eyes. This was her worst nightmare. “This can’t be happening!” she thought. “This was meant to be the perfect date. Now everything’s ruined. Max will tell everyone! He won’t want to go out with a girl like me, he’ll think I’m some dumb girl who can’t control herself. Everyone at school will think I’m a freak! I am a freak! Why did I have to wear this? I should have just held it. Why can’t I just hold, like a normal person. Why me? ITS NOT FAIR”. Allison tried to speak but the words would not come to her mouth; which felt incredibly dry, as she began to start crying, sobbing into her hands, turning away from Max. “Hey, hey Allison, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, please, don’t cry. I swear, I won’t tell anyone. I promise”. Allison looked up; her makeup running with her tears, a touch hopeful. She knew her date had to be ruined but maybe if she explained, Max would keep his word and not tell people. Maybe he’d say he found her boring on their date. Maybe he’d say she wasn’t pretty enough. For all she cared, he could say that he fingered her on a park bench; so long as he didn’t expose her secret. She took a deep breath, controlling her emotions over a few seconds; before saying: “W-when I was ten, I got kicked by a horse and my bladder got damaged. I can barely hold anything for more than a few hours without leaking or having accidents and I didn’t want people to bully me, so the doctor gave me these to wear; said the might help train my bladder. They haven’t really” said Allison bitterly. “I can hold sometimes but it’s more luck if I do and I’m basically incontinent half-the-time… I’m sorry, I understand if you want to go hom-”. Max interrupted her confession by grabbing her tightly, locking her in a passionate kiss; as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Her lips locked with Max naturally and she could feel his hands reaching under her dress, both his hands massaging her bum; pressing against the material of her diaper. She could also feel a raging-erection; barely suppressed in his jeans, grinding against her front and felt herself melt against it. She didn’t know what was going on or why. Any moment now, she was expecting to wake up; disappointedly, from this dream and start getting prepared for the real date. This couldn’t possibly be happening… A few moments later, Max pulled away from Allison; leaving her dazed and amazed, while he was blushing scarlet red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that” said Max embarrassedly. Allison just stared, bewildered and lost in a haze of conflicting emotions. “I-I kind of have a kink, I mean, I, you know, I really like it when girls are incontinent and have accidents and stuff and when I saw you in that diaper, I mean, that dress and you and that, I just, I thought you looked so cute and sexy” stuttered Max, afraid Allison was about to freak out. Instead, she stood there; unable to take in what she had heard. He didn’t think she was a freak. Or a baby. Or anything like that. He actually enjoyed her condition, he thought she looked hot in her diaper?! She could hardly believe it. She’d heard of people like that once or twice on support forums for people like her but assumed they were always just creepy old men. Realising that Max didn’t care what she wore under her dress; or did but in a good way, took a massive weight off her chest. Wiping her ruined makeup away, she smiled and wrapped her arms around Max’s neck; letting her diaper grind gently against his still intense erection. “I don’t mind if you don’t” she whispered in a sultry tone, kissing his neck, before letting her fingers just gently run over the bulging tent in his trousers; as she moved away. “Come on” said Allison happily. “Let’s enjoy the rest of our date”. It was not a difficult request. Allison and Max’s chemistry; already good before, was now alight with energy. Strangely, for a couple of hours; neither said anything about her condition. They chatted about movies and music, schoolwork and overbearing parents, they laughed at each other’s jokes and gave each other dreamy looks; holding hands tightly together. That was not to say that it wasn’t thought about by either of them. Max for his part, could barely contain his excitement when he saw that Allison bought a large coke to drink during the film, wondering if before the night was done, he’d have a chance to see the diaper in action. Allison meanwhile was happier than she’d been in years. She finally felt accepted. Her mother never made her feel guilty for her condition but she pitied her daughter, which never made Allison feel totally at-ease with it. It had always been something to be ashamed of, something to hide and resent. Now; to the person she had most wanted it to be, it was just a part of her: Accepted; even relished in by him. It made Allison feel so much more confident. She’d always had a playful side but never would have dared touch him like she had earlier, unless she was confident in knowing his response wouldn’t expose her. Now, she didn’t have to care. During the movie, both waited for little more than a few minutes before the kisses; then full-on snogging started. With less than half a dozen people in the screening; all on lower rows, the two grew bolder quickly. Allison ran her hand over Max’s erection; teasing it to constant twitches, as her fingers ran along the edge of his jeans. In return, his tongue dominated inside her mouth and his hands slide inside her dress; grabbing her boobs in such a lustful way, she had a hard time suppressing her moans. He even ran his hand up her legs and across her diaper a handful of times, kissing her intensely after each time. For so long, her diapers had been a prison for Allison; a wearable symbol of her lack of “maturity” and “growth”. She thought they would condemn her to never be with anyone properly or a life of frustrating secrecy. To have them be a part of her sexiness; especially to Max, made her feel giddy and daring. After the film; which Allison would later laugh at not even remembering what it was, they went to Five Guys Burger, where Allison ordered her second large soda of the day. Normally, she’d already be desperate; perhaps even leaking if doing that, however she was so excited she hardly noticed and her mouth kept getting dry from all the snogging she and Max were having. She sipped greedily on her soda as they played footsie and chatted about random things, then ordered another and some more chips for them to share; which they would bite from each end and use yet another excuse to kiss, meeting in the middle. This went on for more than two-hours, as Allison gradually became aware of her growing need for relief. She put it off at first; unwilling to leave Max’s side for even a single second, however she started to squirm in her seat after a while, much to Max’s pleasure; though he didn’t say anything about it. For his part, he was having one of the best nights of his life: Allison; his crush, a girl he thought was one of the most beautiful girls in the whole school, needed to wear diapers due to her incontinence: She couldn’t be more perfect for him. He’d discovered his own kink years ago. His childhood best friend, Sally, had been ghost-hunting one day in the nearby forests of his home when they were twelve-years-old. They’d both been carrying large water bottles and out running with “Ghost capturing devices”; old fishing nets, having gone well-out-of-sight of Max’s house. Neither had; as kids often don’t, noticed their own growing desperation, when as they had reached a river creek, Sally had clutched her belly in pain and shouted: “Oh god, I need to go so bad”. Sally had been dressed in blue-cropped shorts and black leggings and a striped white-pink top; with green trainers. She had held herself between her legs for several seconds and when she let go; still pee dancing on the spot to try and hold, Max had seen a wet-spot on her clothes that had made him feel dizzy and sweaty for reasons he hadn’t understood at the time. Her pee-dance had been a sight to behold: Twisted legs, shaking, dancing up-and-down, holding her stomach, walking back-and-forth on the spot and at times; freezing still and pushing hard against herself. Nothing had worked for Sally. She had then tried sprinting back through the fields, barely making it halfway through the first one before she froze on the spot. Her whole body had been shaking: “Max, I can’t make it”. Those words still gave Max chills thinking about them, as did picturing how she had then lost control. The pee had spread across her clothes, the wet spot rapidly expanding and running across her black tights; coming out in a hundred-small-streams through the fabric. He had watched with awe as his best friend completely wet herself, pee running into her little green trainers and into the surrounding dirt; as she turned to face Max, blushing with embarrassment. “Max, I’m wetting myself”. The statement was obvious but something about it had tipped Max over the edge and though he hadn’t understood it at the time, he had just had his first orgasm; climaxing into his shorts, then weeing through them himself as his young, tired muscles were unable to handle the strain. The two had just watched as pee ran down the others legs; something else mixed in with Max, as they finished their mutual accidents. Given that it had happened to them both, neither mocked the other and both just continued to play for a while; jumping into the creek to wash their clothes, then waiting for them to dry off in the sun, yet it had been Max’s sexual-awakening and since then, he had longed to see more accidents, yet constantly been frustrated. “Hey Allison, can I ask you something?”. “Yeah, what is it?”, she replied; trying to reduce her squirming and focus on what Max was about to say. “Last week, at school: Did you, have an accident?”. Despite herself, Allison turned bright red at this question. “Uh, yeah; kind of” she whispered, bright-red as an apple. “My diaper supplies all got ruined by this bottle of lemonade and I had to go to school without them. I wanted to use the bathroom but never got a proper chance and I had a couple of leaks. How did you know?”. “Well, when you went into the trees, I thought I saw you holding yourself. I assumed it was wishful thinking, then when I spoke to you, there was a bit of water around your feet but again, I thought I was being hopeful as there didn’t seem to be any on you”. “Yeah, I had just leaked but it had all run down the back of my legs, when I saw you I was petrified; I was so scared that you’d realise what had happened. I didn’t want you finding out”. “Oh yeah? Well, how do you feel now that I know?”. Allison smiled. “It feels good”, she said honestly; before they shared a long, longing kiss, Allison fidgeting for several moments before pulling away. “Speaking of which, I’m pretty busting; I really need to go now. I’ll be right back”. Max for his part wouldn’t have minded if she chose to stay with him and let nature take its course but didn’t want Allison to feel uncomfortable around him. “Sure thing babe. I’ll be here”. However, as Allison rounded the corner; she gasped. The takeaway’s restrooms were flooded, three different employees were cleaning the hallway and all the bathrooms had water coming through the doors. One of them looked up towards Allison, a woman in her mid-40’s: “Sorry love, burst pipe, they’re all out of action I’m afraid”. “Oh, okay; no problem, thanks” said Allison politely. Returning to Max, she squirmed in-front of him. “Hey, can we pay and go; their toilets are broken and I really need the toilet right now”. Max; feeling like some God was smiling down on him today, agreed and quickly paid for their food and drinks. Smiling, they walked down the street, however Allison’s frustration quickly grew. It was now late at night and every store was closed, the ones which weren’t were private off-licenses and when Allison swallowed her nerves and begged one of them to use their staff bathrooms, she was given short shrift. Stumbling through the streets; desperately holding herself, Allison was bursting for the toilet. She knew realistically that she was minutes away from an accident. Normally, if she was being this overt about it, she’d be humiliated; yet with Max, she felt much less ashamed of it. The pain of her swollen bladder forced her to take a seat on a park bench, slamming her legs together; as she and Max sat together in the abandoned park. “God, I’m so fucking desperate” moaned Allison. “Well, be honest. If we go to the station now, do you think you’ll make it home?”. Allison shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll even make it onto the train”, she said; holding herself tightly as a desperate pang shot through her bladder. Max breathed deeply. He wanted badly to say what he had in mind, yet didn’t want to push his luck. He’d never forgive himself if he ruined such a promising thing by going too fast or being too full-on. However, his raging erection was eating away at his inhibitions and he decided it was now-or-never. He was going to say. He was going to say it. He was going- “-Just go then”. Allison looked him in the eyes. “If you can’t hold it, just let go babe. I won’t mind”. Allison bit her lip gently, her body beginning to tremble. “Just let it all out”. Suddenly, a quiet hissing sound filled the air as Allison’s body began to shake with relief; her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Max; going on instinct, lifted her dress to watch the diaper expand out as Allison filled it. Max thought he couldn’t possibly get anymore turned on and then Allison said: “Max, I’m wetting myself”. Max could literally feel the pleasurable chill run over his entire body and his cock became so erect, it was practically standing upright his pants; pushing against his trousers violently. He was so hard it hurt, yet his pleasure wasn’t done. He felt Allison’s hand reach out and grab his cock through the fabric, causing him to moan loudly in shock and pleasure; biting his tongue to stay quiet. Allison held him, very gently rubbing her fingers up and down; as Max watched her accident slowly begin to come to an end, as the hissing sound died away and the two stared at each other hungrily. Max leaned in to Allison’s ear and said: “Take it off, I dare you” he said; his tone dark and brimming with lust. Allison moaned in pleasure and did what he asked, gently unstrapping her diaper from underneath her dress; pulling the sodden material down her legs. Max watched in delight as it slid down to her ankles; where he could see how soaked it was. Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed her and pulled her in-close; snogging her more intensely than before. For her part, Allison did the same; unbuttoning his pants. Emboldened by Allison’s actions, he moved his hand between Allison’s legs and felt her gasp as he slide two fingers along the slit of her hairy, wet pussy. “She’s hairy and soaked and horny, god could this girl get any better?” thought Max. That was about the last coherent thought he had however, as Allison freed his cock from his trousers and dark-blue underwear seconds later; where it sprung up in delight. Her hand gripped it and began stroking him, with it only taking a few-pumps until pre-cum was dripping over hand. Max then began to kiss her neck, as she moaned quietly in pleasure; feeling his magical fingers driving her to new heights of lust, as she began to speed up the pace she was playing with his cock. In return, Max pulled her the dress off her boobs and slid one into his mouth; which combined with sliding a finger inside her soaking wet pussy, made her bite his shoulder to prevent herself screaming with lust. The soft feeling of them in his mouth made Max want to go deeper inside her and Allison’s pussy quivered with delight, lubed up as she was by her own accident; his finger was able to get comfortably inside her by multiple inches and she was convulsing around him. Meanwhile, her hand stroked his cock faster and faster by the second and Max knew he was barely holding on now. Pre-cum was already dripping heavily over her fingers and the situation was just too erotic, too pleasurable; any moment now he was going to lose control. He tried to control his breathing, think calming thoughts; anything to slow his lust down, yet still he felt the tightening in his balls grow ever more intense. Allison for her part was feeling the same, seconds away from what she knew would be the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She felt so naughty. She was exposed, in-public, her wet diaper around her ankles as her crush fingered her accident-soaked, lust-drenched pussy and she played with their cock. She desperately wanted to last longer or at very least, tip Max over the edge first. “Watching you wet your diaper was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” moaned Max, through heavy breaths. “Maybe next time, I’ll do it, in my school uniform” purred Allison, biting his ear. And just like that, Max was gone; grunting in pleasure as his hips thrusted and he began to lose control. His cum began to fly in all directions, most going over Allison’s hand, some on his legs, some on hers; a little on her tits and a splash or two on her cheeks. Max for his part only increased his fingering while losing it, to the point of intensity that Allison simply couldn’t control herself and felt the knot of her stomach break; sending her thundering into the greatest orgasm she’d ever had. Max’s legs trembled as his hot, white spurts of cum continued to fall over Allison’s hand; with her screaming into his shoulder to prevent half-the-city hearing her. Her teeth bit into his shoulder; which only made his own orgasm that more powerful, while Allison’s hips convulsed and her clit throbbed with delight. She’d never experienced so much pleasure in her life. Her entire body felt like it was on fire; yet so alive. She didn’t know anything could feel this good, her own times masturbating looked pathetic next to this and Max felt the same. All the times he’d pleasured himself to Sally’s accident or random girls he’d seen desperate, uninspired internet videos; even his own morning-wood play over Allison’s profile pictures on Facebook, everything seemed weak and tepid next to this level of erotic thrill. Max’s orgasm finally slowed and came to a halt, leaving Allison gently gripping Max’s spent cock; her hand drenched in cum, while Max’s fingers slowly withdrew from Allison, who was still clutching to Max for dear-life, enjoying the incredible warmth of her afterglow. For a minute or two, they sat there; holding each other. Eventually, Allison sat up; looking at the cum dripping off her hand. “It looks like you really needed that” she said, then naughtily licking a big chunk off her hand; enjoying the sweet taste. Max nearly collapsed at the sight of that, yet held together; moaning in pleasure, before retorting: “You were so wet babe; you must have been so desperate”. “I was so desperate”. “For me or the toilet?”. “Both”. They kissed hard for a few seconds more after that, eventually stopping for air; as Alice realised how much cum was on her dress. Using her fingers to wipe it off; before licking as much as she could, Max slid his now finally receding cock back into his pants. Allison pulled her dress back over her boobs; much to Max’s pouting dismay, which she laughed at. “Sorry babe”, she said playfully; kicking the wet diaper off her ankles, then throwing it into the nearby bin. As she did, she made sure to bend over; flashing her bare bum at him. Max raced up behind and smacked her once on the ass, causing her to yelp with pleasure. “You… naughty boy!” she purred. “You were a bad girl” Max retorted. “You needed to be punished”. “Oh, how was I a bad girl?” said Allison; playing innocent. “You couldn’t hold on, like a big girl. You lost control. You had an accident. You wet yourself”. “Oh, I did” agreed Allison. “I couldn’t hold it, I just lost control. I wet myself”. She then whispered into his ear. “You made me be very bad”. Max swore that if it wasn’t for the fact he had literally cum not more than five-minutes ago, he would pin Allison to the ground and rip off her dress; right there and then. “He’s so turned on” thought Allison, loving this power she had over Max. “Come on you” said Allison, offering her hand out to Max. “You still need to get me home safely, like a gentleman. This date isn’t over yet”. Max laughed, then replied: “Of course my lady”, in a deliberately posh voice. The two walked off from the park together, an arm around each other; delighting in each other’s company. They talked of how fun that had been, how it had made them both feel; as well as how lucky they had been not to get caught. However, that last part was not entirely true. For someone Allison knew very well had seen the last part of their date unfold, watching in delight, shock, disgust and then intrigue from the nearby park bushes; unsure of how they felt of what they’d witnessed. Over the coming weeks, a dozen guilty-sessions where she played with herself in bed; fantasising about the two, until she soaked her pyjamas with lust, would tell her exactly how she felt. Meanwhile, yet more happened that night between Allison and Max. They got to the train-station as normally as one would expect; yet from there, the night took a further interesting turn that led to much more pleasure for the two-horny lovebirds. It would be a night the two would remember for years to come, the kind of story that one can’t even tell their closest friends; for they would gape at you in shock, seeing a new side to you as they never expected to see. It would be a night of further self-discovery and fun, erotic thrills and romance, pleasure and playfulness, wetness and horniness. For now, the two young lovers simply strolled through the night; without a care in the world. Allison, a girl who had started the day ashamed of her own body; now relished in the power and lust it could inspire. Max, a boy who had started the day where his greatest wetting memory was from his pre-puberty years, now had a memory that would be the stuff of lust-fuelled dreams for years to come. Together, they would soon bring each other more delight than they could possibly imagine and in time, their little games of wetness would become far greater than they could possibly imagine. Yet that, is a tale for another day. PART III: THE DESPERATE DIAPERED SCHOOLGIRLS Allison Clofield was bored. She was sitting in class, tapping her pencil rhythmically against the table; waiting for the first lesson to start. The substitute teacher was late and while she’d normally be chatting with friends, everyone she liked to hang out with was elsewhere. Her best friend Emily and boyfriend Max were both away on a week-long school sports trip, during which time, she was stuck at school without the two most important people in her life. It was a hot day and Allison took another gulp from her water bottle, though she knew it would be wise to restrict herself. She still had a full lesson until break and with her condition, didn’t want to risk getting too desperate for the toilet. Having been forced to wear diapers for years, ever since a horse riding accident in Arizona, she now had one underneath her long black schoolgirl skirt: The bulky material hid expertly by years of practice and near-misses. Allison would be mortified if anyone at her school found out. Of course, that wasn’t strictly true. Six months ago, she’d gone on a date with her crush; Max Fielding, which had ended up with her diaper being revealed to him near the start of their night out. To her surprise and eternal gratitude, Max hadn’t just been accepting but adoring of it: When public bathrooms being out of use had forced her to have an accident in-front of him, he’d been so turned on that Allison ended up with her diaper around her ankles; rather than a pair of panties, as her date fingered her to the best orgasm of her life. Allison blushed at the memory, realising that one of her classmates had glanced over to her, as she’d been sucking on her water-bottle a little too eagerly. Looking into her textbook with false enthusiasm, she distracted herself from the wait by trying to remind herself that she’d soon have her best friend and boyfriend back; then all would be well. All three of them had their seventeenth birthdays over the next month and she’d promised Max on their first date to one day to wet herself in her school uniform. It wasn’t the worst idea… ‘Attention class!’. Allison was pulled out of her daydream by Mrs. Jamison, their English substitute teacher. However, what had truly caught their attention, was a new student; standing beside her, looking fairly nervous. ‘Everyone, we have a new student! I’d like you all to welcome Kelly Madison to our class!’. Everyone was staring and it wasn’t hard to see why: Kelly was beautiful. Her bright blue eyes and warm smile; only bolstered with cherry red lipstick, would have been enough to win any guy over instantly. However, she also had long dark hair, flowing down to the middle of her back, that made her look like a young model. She was black tights and a long black school skirt, that; despite making everyone else feel generic, somehow only served to highlight her hourglass figure. ‘Damn, she’s gonna have a boyfriend in days, the guys will be all over her! Hell, some of the girls will be too!’ thought Allison, before blushing at her own thoughts. ‘Allison, would you mind showing Kelly around for the day? Make sure she knows where everything is, make her feel safe and welcome?’ asked Mrs. Jamison. ‘Yeah, sure’. Dozens of eyes watched her as she passed by tables, looking uncomfortable at the leering looks she was getting, before taking a seat next to Allison. ‘Hey, nice to meet you!’ said Kelly shyly. ‘You too. I’m Allison Clofield. If you need help with anything, just let me know’. ‘Thanks’. As they began to work, Allison noticed that Kelly was fidgeting; fairly frequently, every few minutes. She would change her seating position, from rested legs, to one crossed, to tightly clasped and then back to relaxed. Recognising the behaviour from her own issues, Allison smiled sympathetically. Kelly obviously had to pee but was too nervous to ask her directly, as a new student; not wanting to cause a fuss. ‘Hey Kelly, don’t worry’ whispered Allison quietly. ‘There’s only twenty minutes left of the lesson. Soon as we’re done, I’ll show you where the toilets are’. TEN MINUTES EARLIER Kelly stood nervously, waiting outside the classroom door; mentally preparing herself to be introduced to a room full of strangers at her new school. That was mentally daunting enough but Kelly had more reason than most to be uncomfortable. As she stood outside the door, she could feel the weight of a white pampers diaper; hidden underneath her skirt. The headmaster had promised her and her parents that she could wear a specially made long skirt, with weights in the fabric, to help avoid anyone seeing it but the school had mistakenly sent her the wrong one in an order mix-up. For the next week, she was going to have to make do with a regular skirt and even worse than that, right now, she realised that she needed to pee. It had all started when she was twelve-years-old. She had been in the backseat of her family’s car, when a dangerous driver had clipped the side of their car; causing them to smash into the highway barrier. Thankfully, no one had been seriously hurt, though Kelly’s father had been seconds away from smashing in the head of the Porsche driver who nearly got his daughter killed. When the cars had collided, Kelly had already been desperate for the toilet; her family heading home from several hours of fun at an arcade with ridiculously long bathroom cues. She’d been tightly holding herself and the force of the impact caused her stretched, tense muscles; along with the shock, to release instantly. Because of what had happened, no-one; not even Kelly, had noticed for several minutes, until a police sheriff offered to have a female officer bring Kelly a change of shorts, gesturing to the large wet-spot on her pink crop shorts. Unfortunately, it was only the start of Kelly’s accidents. The impact had torn dozens of muscles in her bladder and though she was on a special medication that prevented bleeding and was; slowly, healing her, the doctors had told her that she likely wouldn’t be fully healed until the end of 2024, when she was twenty-one. During this time, they had recommended that she wear diapers, to limit the impact of the damage to her bladder on her daily life. Kelly had initially thrown a huge tantrum and refused. However, a series of bedwetting and public accidents; including one at a large superstore, had made her reluctantly go along with it. Over the years she had gotten used to it, though it still made her anxious and it got worse with each passing month; as guys offered her more attention. She knew she was attractive to a lot of people but was deeply afraid of it, as her looks often brought guys with wandering hands, trying to get their hands under her shirt or worse, her skirts, dresses or; where she could, jeans. They were either refused or; in one extreme case, she bit a guy’s hand, after he tried lifting her skirt on several occasions. She knew that just one glimpse of the diapers she wore would turn her into a social pariah, mocked by everyone at school and, now that her dad had moved their family to a new area for work, she couldn’t afford to have a group of strangers find out about her condition. ‘Miss Madison?’. Kelly turned around to see the teacher approaching, smiling sweetly. ‘Are you ready to go in now?’. ‘I-I think so’. ‘Excellent, there’s no need to be shy dearest, the students are all very friendly here. Well… let’s not keep them waiting’. Kelly reluctantly followed Mrs. Jamison inside, as conversations quickly died away upon seeing the teacher; before all eyes turned to her. Immediately, she felt her heartbeat quicken and her nerves were playing hell on her bladder, though she forced herself to stand still, not wanting anyone’s first impression of her to be squirming in desperation for the toilet in front of class. ‘Allison, would you mind showing Kelly around for the day? Make sure she knows where everything is, make her feel safe and welcome?’ ‘Yeah, sure’. Kelly looked towards the girl who’d been assigned to look after her for the day. She had black hair and green eyes, with breasts that made her feel self-conscious for how small her b-cup ones were in contrast. Sitting down next to Allison, she introduced herself. ‘Hey, nice to meet you!’. ‘You too. I’m Allison Clofield. If you need help with anything, just let me know’. ‘Thanks’. ‘God, why did I say NICE TO MEET YOU, that’s so lame’ thought Kelly despairingly. Trying to focus on her work, Kelly found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable, as her damaged bladder began to rapidly fill. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable; to find a good resting position, yet it never made her feel better for long. She knew that; if she lost control, her diaper would absorb leaks and even a full accident. However, the risk of the diaper sagging below her skirt or worse, the sound of her peeing being heard, compelled her to hold on until she could find a bathroom. Even so, it was getting more difficult with every passing minute and she felt herself straining from the pressure… ‘Hey Kelly, don’t worry’. ‘There’s only twenty minutes left of the lesson. Soon as we’re done, I’ll show you where the toilets are’. Kelly turned bright red, horrified that Allison had realised her need to go. ‘Why do you say that?’ she said, laughing to sound dismissive. ‘I don’t need to go. If you want to stop there at break, we can’. Allison also blushed, not wanting to look babyish in front of the new girl. ‘N-no, I’m good, I just thought you might need to, as you were kind of fidgeting’. ‘Oh yeah, nah, I get bored easy with English, you know? Not really my favourite subject’. ‘Yeah, I totally get you. Well, let me show you around anyway, get you used to everywhere’. Kelly had to hide her frustration. She would have much preferred to stay in this classroom during break; focussing on not wetting her diaper, though using the toilets would have been ideal. She could practically see herself doing so: Walking; legs tightly together, through the bathroom door, shutting the cubicle door behind her, squirming for several seconds as she made sure she wouldn’t lose control, then pulling her skirt down to her ankles, unstrapping the diaper and finally, sighing with immense relief as the pee flowed into the ceramic basin. Instead, she was going to have to let she didn’t know lead her around an unfamiliar school and now, she had practically laughed in her face over the idea of using a bathroom anytime soon. Kelly sighed quietly. This was going to be a long day. Twenty minutes later, Allison and Kelly exited the classroom together. Since they had a half-hour break, Allison decided that it would be best to show her around the whole school; finishing at the science block, where they would spend their next two lessons. Both chatted in a friendly manner, however; beneath their smiles, both were growing increasingly frustrated. Allison: (Externally) So, we have history up those stairs with Mr. Romson; at the top of E block, with PSE through there. Kelly: (Externally) Alright, awesome! Where’s geography? Allison: (Internally) There’s five bathrooms in this building alone, FFS! Kelly: (Internally) How many toilets can one school have?! This is torture! Allison: (Externally) Geography’s just through there, then we have water fountains and changing rooms just around C block. Cafeteria’s opposite. Kelly: (Externally) That’s good, after P.E. days, we can grab lunch first. Allison: (Internally) Oh my god, those water fountains are not helping me! Kelly: (Internally) Water fountains?! Is this girl trying to make me wet myself?! What did I do to deserve this? As the two girls continued talking; slowly, signs of their growing desperation began to show. Despite both being petrified of seeming babyish to the other, their bladders were not up to this amount of holding; especially with the added nerves of not being caught, with the resolve of both beginning to crack. As both lent against a wall, chatting, Allison’s legs began to gradually shake. A gentle trembling at first, then more noticeable; to the point that Allison started folding and unfolding her legs, under the guise of being uncomfortable in the heat. Kelly meanwhile; feeling her stomach ache badly, had let her hand subtly fall against her stomach, gently rubbing it where she could to alleviate the pressure. Her heel had also been tapping the gravel pathway repeatedly, as her need to pee grew increasingly dangerous. Kelly was very nervous. While she knew that she couldn’t have a full-blown accident while wearing a diaper, the situation was still precarious. She knew full well just what the social cost to her would be if this was exposed. Two years ago, at her previous school, a guy she had a crush on; Tommy, had found out about her diapers when making out with her against the bike-shed. Kelly had been distracted, her bra pulled to the side and her boobs exposed from inside her unbuttoned school blouse. She hadn’t felt his hand slide underneath her skirt until it was too late. She’d explained everything to Tommy: Her car accident as a kid, why she had to wear them; the whole deal. He’d seemed understanding and had promised her that Kelly’s secret was safe with him. The next day, half-a-dozen boys pulled up her skirt in Maths; Tommy among them, snapping pictures and revealing her secret to the whole school. The bullying had been relentless, with Kelly losing almost all her friends in a matter of hours. No one wanted to be associated with the teenage girl who had to wear diapers. When her father said, around a month later, that they had to move because of his job: Kelly had been delighted. A fresh start. She couldn’t risk messing that up on her first day here. Had Allison known of this, she would have been nothing but sympathetic. She well remembered the first major accident she had after her bladder was damaged, at the sleepover with Emily. Her pink-heart pyjamas had been absolutely drenched after a bedwetting so severe, Emily later admitted that it took her parents two days to clean out her bed. Allison and Emily were childhood friends, yet that incident had shaken even them. When Allison had woken up to soaked pyjamas and a wet bed, Allison remembered that Emily had just stared at her friend in disbelief, watching her sob until the crying attracted Emily’s parents. Seeing how judgmental her best friend had been of the situation, Allison had been unable to speak to her until their parents forced them too; at which point Emily had apologised for acting so awkwardly towards Allison. Even so, it took them months for things to get back to normal and; even though Allison pretended not to, it still hurt how her awkward Emily acted whenever they were out and she needed the bathroom. Allison and Kelly sighed, lost in thought; chewing on a few crackers that Allison had shared. The dry food and memories had briefly distracted them but soon, both were startled by the sound of the school bell: Five minutes till the next lesson. Having heard it before, Allison had been more prepared; only looking up in slight annoyance at having her thoughts interrupted, yet Kelly had been caught off-guard. She felt a cold chill run down her spine, as her least favourite sensation suddenly hit her: A leak burst from her body, soaking the thick material of her white pampers diaper. Clamping her legs tightly together, she cut off the stream; as her body froze up in fear. ‘Are you okay?’ asked Allison, noticing Emily’s sudden lack of movement and worried expression. ‘Y-yeah, I’m good. Can’t believe break’s over. We best get to lessons then’ said Kelly, beginning to walk towards their new block; a little too over-eagerly. Allison frowned. ‘That was odd’ she thought but shrugged it, assuming Kelly was just nervous about getting in trouble. Even so, as they walked, Allison began to notice certain things. Emily’s uneven walk, the hand on her stomach, her eyes looking around for something: They were all things that Allison used to do a lot, especially when she was… ‘Hey, new girl!’. Kelly and Allison turned, seeing a lumbering sixteen-year-old approaching them: Jake Brians. A notorious creep, overweight, cocky and bane of the girls at St. Edwards School, his flirtish banter was hostile and uncomfortable; with his hands often wandering too close to areas he really wasn’t wanted. ‘Nice legs babe, love to see what’s underneath that skirt’ said Jake, with all the charisma of a dead rat. ‘Get lost’ said Kelly, however her words had no strength; still too nervous at being the new kid. Unfortunately, Jake took this as an opportunity and began to approach them. “Come on babe, I could be real nice. Give us a flash’. Jake wagged his finer, as if suggesting he was going to lift up her skirt; with Kelly backing away in fear. Allison; angered by Jake’s disrespect, grabbed his wrist and twisted, hard. Jake moaned in agony, causing several students to look over and laugh; as he stumbled back in pain. ‘Fucking bitch’ he screamed at Allison, who Kelly was staring at in awe. ‘Come near another girl this year Jake and I’ll break it. Let’s go Kelly’. The two girls wandered away, Allison wrapping an arm around Kelly’s shoulder as they walked past a moaning Jake; still wallowing in self-pity. ‘You okay?’ asked Allison, looking towards Kelly sympathetically. ‘Okay?! I think I’m in love! That was so cool!’. ‘Thanks’ said Allison, blushing at the compliment from Kelly. ‘You just can’t let them push you around, you know? People like that, they never learn; unless you give em something to remember’. ‘I wish I was more confident to do that. I’d have probably made a fool of myself trying that’. ‘Just twist and squeeze, gets rid of any dickheads’. As Kelly and Allison walked to class, laughing and chatting away, now with ease; as if old friends, fate intervened. Passing round a tight outdoor 30-degree walkway, a strong gust of wind raced through and; catching them both totally off guard, blew up both their skirts high, before either could react. Time seemed to slow down for both girls, as each’s eyes raced down to their own legs in panic; before glancing at each other. Allison’s eyed widened, spotting Kelly’s white pampers diaper, sitting snugly underneath a tight pair of pink panties on top. Kelly meanwhile felt all the blood in her body practically rush to her face, as she realised Allison was starting at her diaper; yet then saw the other girl’s own. Kelly stared in shock, unable to believe that somebody else shared her condition, her struggle, her pain. Allison and Kelly stared towards each other as both hurriedly pushed down their skirts, with thankfully no-one else around to see what had just happened. ‘You…’ Allison tailed off. ‘You…’ Kelly tailed off. Suddenly, the bell rang again: 1 minute till lessons. Kelly and Allison knew they didn’t have time to discuss things, so instead, began running to their next class; with both holding their skirts down as they went. Making it into their classroom just in time, their science teacher; Mr. Kensington, turned towards them. ‘Allison, please take your seat at D7, the test will be starting momentarily. Are you Kelly?’. ‘Y-yes sir’. ‘Kelly, since you haven’t revised these topics yet, I won’t be expecting miracles, just give it your best. Take the seat at C7’. Both girls moved to their seats in silence, shooting each other several glances; both wanting to say so much, yet unable to. Once sat down, a timer was started: 2:00:00, 1:59:59, 1:59:58…Their test had begun. Yet neither girl could focus on it. Both were too shocked at what they had just seen. ‘I can’t believe Kelly wears diapers?’. ‘Allison’s like me?’. ‘Kelly must have been lying earlier when she said she didn’t need the toilet. Oh my god, she’s just nervous and I’ve been making her feel like she couldn’t go. How could I be so thick?!’. ‘Allison must have asked earlier if I needed to go, as she knows how it feels! We could have just gone together: She would be the last person to judge me! How could I be such an idiot?!’ ‘Now, she’s stuck in a test…’. ‘Now she’s stuck in a test…’. ‘Now, I’m stuck in a test…’. ‘Now I’m stuck in a test…’. ‘I need the toilet’. If the situation hadn’t been so public, both girls might have laughed. They had socially pressured each other; two people with the same needs, into a place where wetting themselves now was not an option. The room was silent, with not even the hum of a radiator to cover noise. The sound of the pee racing into their diapers; deliberate or accidental, would be noticed instantly. So, both girls resolved to wait for the next… 1:58:52 ‘Fuck’. As the minutes’ ticket by, Kelly and Allison tried to focus on their tests; distracting their brains with a mixture of scientific questions. Physics, reproduction in primates, the chemical compounds of enriched Uranium… none of it helped to distract them. Kelly could feel her bladder swelling, the dull, aching pain in her stomach growing worse, as her legs began to tremble again. She tried lightly swinging them to alleviate the pressure, yet it hardly helped and soon, she was nervously chewing on her pencil. Allison was faring no better. Her tight black skirt rubbed uncomfortably against her stomach and she was sweating, having to stop every few minutes to wipe her brow clean. Hands trembling slightly, she thought about asking the teacher if she; and Kelly too if she could help her, would be allowed to leave. Unfortunately, she knew test policy was not to allow that and Mr. Kensington had no idea of her condition. Only the headmaster and one P.E. teacher knew; the latter having nearly been fired after an incident where she had almost unwittingly revealed Allison’s diapers to the whole class. Mrs. Jones had been given a medical note, instructing her not to make Allison perform any gymnastics or dance lessons; both posing too high a risk for exposure. However, it had been the start of the year and she had forgotten the note; not believing Allison’s ‘medical exemption’ after years of fake student excuses. Her refusal to take part annoyed Mrs. Jones to the point that she had ordered Allison to clear away all the equipment at lesson’s end, something else she had refused to do; as several climbing frames had raised-storage platforms that could have exposed underneath her shorts when climbing a ladder. Fed up with her disobedience, Mrs. Jones had marched Allison to the headmaster’s office, only to be thoroughly chewed up and spit out for her stupidity. Allison had; reluctantly, allowed the teacher to be informed of her condition and since then, Mrs. Jones had been avoiding Allison profusely, humiliated and ashamed of themselves. Neither her, nor the headmaster were running this test however and Allison could feel the desperation growing. Squirming in her seat, trying to find a comfortable spot, she could feel the diaper rubbing against her bum; pressed tight against her by Allison’s fidgeting body. She smiled a little at that. It reminded her of how Max liked to grab her bum when she was wearing her diaper at home. This fond thought distracted her for a while, until a sharp pang of pain ripped through her bladder; causing Allison to have to bite her lip to prevent a moan. Looking up with dread, she saw the timer on the board and her heart sank. 1:24:31 ‘God I have to pee’. Both girls tried to focus on their test, however their growing desperation was completely throwing off any attempts to do so. Kelly’s legs were now shaking badly, though she tried to sit as still as possible, too ashamed to attract attention. That possibility had long since disappeared however, as she squirmed repeatedly; her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. ‘Please, I don’t want to wet myself. Please, please, please”. Kelly repeated this over and over again in her mind, yet the burning pain remained. Suddenly, she felt a spurt burst free from her; soaking into the fabric of her diaper for a full second before she could stop it. The leak made Kelly freeze completely still, while Allison looked up; her blood running cold, fearing Kelly was about to completely break. Several people looked up from their tests, though none looked towards Kelly, as they looked for the source of the sound. ‘Ignore that, it’s just the plumbing. Back to your tests’ said Mr Kensington ignorantly. While Mr. Kensington spoke, Allison used the opportunity to let a small amount leak out from herself. Hot pee flooded her diaper for a merciful two seconds, before she had to clamp her legs tightly shut. She could feel the wet patch in her diaper pushing against her trembling pussy, the piss soaking into her hairy pussy. When she was younger, that sensation of wetting in normal classes used to terrify her. Knowing that she was peeing herself like a little girl, mere ft. away from friends and classmates; it had left her on the verge of panic attacks for a long time. However, in most circumstances apart from these, she had grown used to it. In some, she’d even been able to find enjoyment. Often; when her boyfriend Max walked her home, she’d be desperate to use the toilet, if she hadn’t already used her diaper. If she had, Max would find somewhere private to change her on the way; occasionally taking certain liberties. Allison still blushed at the sight of half-a-dozen public changing rooms where Max’s fingers had found their way between her wet thighs. If she hadn’t and didn’t on the way back to one of their houses, they’d sit and watch a movie or make-out on her bed, Allison squirming on his lap or grinding desperately over his crotch; until she lost control. Whether or not she took off the diaper was dependant on time and if they were alone. If parents were in the house, it stayed on and she would simply let him touch it after; before getting changed in his bedroom’s en-suite. But if they were alone, then things often got much more wild. Sometimes, she’d change into a thin pair of underwear: Blue nylon, red thongs, white cotton, before dancing in front of him from desperation. He’d slide his large, throbbing cock out of his pants and Allison would feel herself get more and more turned on, encouraging him with dirty talk. She’d tell him how desperate she felt, how close she was to having an accident, his favourite expression being to hear her say: ‘I’m going to wet myself’. He’d cum more than once from that alone in the early days of their relationship and even after a while, watching Allison’s shivering, desperate body finally lose control, watching pee burst through her clenched fingers, soaking her panties and rolling down her legs in huge streams of wetness: It was often more than he could take. Allison would feel his cum cover her, streaking hot white strands over her legs, panties, face, shirt; boobs if she was shirtless, as well as all over the room. She loved the feeling of being covered in his cum, though knew that he went crazy if she swallowed and so, had let him cum down her throat many times, sliding his long manhood into her hot wet mouth, allowing him to burst and release inside her. If Allison couldn’t swallow it all, she’d have him finish the rest onto her tits; then lick it off afterwards. Max did not lack in generosity as a boyfriend. After she’d pleasured him, he always made sure to do the same for her and had driven her to more body-shattering orgasms than she could count. She woke up most days smiling when she thought of him, thrilled she had a boyfriend who had turned her frustrating condition into something so enjoyable. Even so, the thought of being exposed for not only wearing but wetting a diaper, at school; in a test, did not appeal to her in the slightest. She also was determined that it wouldn’t happen to Kelly: She’d been tasked with looking after her and she obviously shared her problems for a similar reason. Allison would not let humiliation befall either of them. She looked at the classroom board and gritted her teeth. 51:39 ‘I can make it’ said Allison, repeating it in her mind; over and over. ‘I can make it’. Kelly was telling herself similar mantras of determination and though both their desperation grew steadily worse, they continued to hold out; stubbornly, forcing themselves through, minute-by-minute, seconds at a time, just trying to hold out until lunch. 58, 50, 45, 35, 30, 20, 10… Those last few minutes proved to be the greatest agony; for both girls. Having given up even attempting to do their tests more than half-an-hour ago, Kelly and Allison were planning how quickly they could get to the nearest bathrooms, where they were; how much they could hold themselves without attracting too much attention. ‘I can do this’ thought Allison. ‘I can do this’ thought Kelly. Even so, their bodies looked far less sure. Kelly’s long legs were now practically bound together; wrapped like a spider’s web, shivering with a burning desperation and desire to pee. She had one hand tightly between her thighs, gripping her skirt and panties, pulling them against her clit intensely; trying to relax any of the agonising tension she felt. Allison meanwhile was fidgeting wildly, her bum wriggling repeatedly on her seat, as she practically chewed through her pencil in nervousness; leaving a dozen bite marks on it. Her large breasts were shaking, as were her hands and arms, her entire body fighting against itself. It felt like there was a burning red hot ball of lead in her bladder, scorching every muscle; desperate to force itself out. Both girls shivered with desperation, terrified that they wouldn’t be able to make the final few minutes. At any moment, they feared that awful sound of hissing, pee flooding into their thick wet, white pampers diapers, their classmates’ heads turning, everyone looking to see a student peeing, seeing nothing; their confusion for a brief moment, before the realisation came. Allison and Kelly could hear the laughter, the shock, the insults, all of it, as they fought desperately to hold on just a little bit longer… DING! Both girls were interrupted from their desperate trance, each of them spurting again briefly into their diapers, as a beeping sound filled the room; drowning out their leaks. ‘Alright, time’s up. The test is over, no more answers permitted. Place your pencils down and exit the class in an orderly fashion’. Mr Kensington’s words were spoken with boring, apathetic precision; having repeated them countless times before. To Allison and Kelly however, they could not have sounded sweeter and both turned to look at each other. Their eyes met and they nodded at each other. As people moved to the exit, Kelly and Allison rushed together; among the first to leave, before speed-walking close together, practically shoulder-to-shoulder, practically looking like old friends with how close together they were standing. ‘Allison, where are the toilets?’ asked Kelly desperately, any pretence of hiding her desperation; gone. ‘Two blocks from here, follow me’ said Allison. ‘Fuck, it hurts so much’ moaned Kelly quietly, tears in her eyes. ‘I don’t know if I can make it’. ‘We can do this, I promise’ said Allison reassuringly, though she couldn’t promise anything for herself either. The two tried to continue walking quickly to the block but it was hopeless. Their desperation had grown too great and they were reduced to awkwardly shuffling forward, a few steps at a time, before having to stop, leaning against a fence, wall or post, crossing their legs, hands buried in their skirts; only avoiding doing full pee-pee dances for the risk of nearby students spotting them. ‘Fuck’ moaned Kelly desperately, as another stream burst into her diaper. ‘I can’t do this’. ‘Come on, we’re nearly there’. Through sheer willpower alone, the two girls made it to H block; where the nearest bathrooms were. To make the final steps, they had to pass through a hallway; filled with two dozen milling students, where they couldn’t show any signs of visible desperation, lest they attract attention. Kelly; looking despondent at this, was only calmed when Allison interlocked their hands together and the two girls began walking through the hallway, gripping each other for support. With each step, the pain of being unable to hold their stomachs or between the legs, caused both of them untold agony. The pain was nearly unbearable and they were turning each other’s hands white, gripping them to the point of painfulness, yet it was ironically, the only relief they had. Just twenty more steps. Fifteen. Ten… ‘I’m so close’. ‘I’m so close’. ‘We’ve made i-NO!!!’. That last thought was simultaneous and equally as devastating for both girls. ‘THIS BATHROOM IS OUT OF ORDER’. Allison stared at the sign in shock and rage, freezing still, while tears rolled down Kelly’s face; her whole body vibrating with desperation. Her source of relief snatched away at the last minute, she couldn’t bear to hold on any longer. ‘Allison… I can’t hold on. I’m… wetting myself’. The words were practically a whisper; unheard by anyone else, yet Allison acted fast. Doing the only thing she could think of, she pulled Kelly and herself into a classroom; just as she felt the knot of tension in her own stomach break. As the door shut behind them, Allison turned around fearfully, knowing that if anyone was in her; they were about to be exposed to dozens of students. Fearfully lifting her eyes, Allison felt herself gasp with relief as she looked in front of her: Empty. One second later, Allison Clofield and Kelly Madison began to wet themselves. A loud hissing sound filled the room, both girls shaking with desperate relief, as hot pee flooded from their bodies. Hours of water bottles, sweat and stress poured out in-between their legs, soaking the thick material of the pampers instantly, causing each of their diapers to expand. Kelly began to cry, overwhelmed by emotion; unused to wetting herself in front of people, though she’d have been 1000x more horrified if it was anyone but Allison. Even so, sobs of emotion wracked her body, convulsions causing wave after wave of shivering to pass through. Both of their diapers were beginning to sag, the golden floods showing little sign of stopping. Kelly’s trimmed, hairless pussy caused the streams to burst through more intensely, though only the bottom half of her pussy was now soaking, while Allison’s hairier one left her feeling drenched at every part of her body below her thighs and above the knees. She could feel the pulsating feeling against her clit, the relief sending pleasurable tingles throughout her body, as her nipples hardened from relief alone. ‘God I’m getting as bad as Max’ thought Allison, feeling the wetness spread through her diaper. ‘He’d be so horny right now. Two girls wetting themselves into diapers. He’d have us both naked in seconds’. The thought of Kelly naked and; strangely, being fucked against the wall by her boyfriend sent a bolt of pleasure through Allison’s body, nearly making her cum on the spot, causing her to blush with embarrassment. Kelly meanwhile, was lost to thought at all, simply savouring; yet despairing, at the relief she was now feeling. It made her feel weak and childish to be having such a public accident, even if only one other was watching. She’d worked so hard over the years to avoid this kind of problem, yet here she was; first day at a new school, already suffering her most public accident in years. It was humiliating and she continued to cry, falling onto her knees, as her diaper began to heavily sag. Allison moaned in relief as she began to slowly feel her wetting come to a stop, her diaper having expanded massively and now wet to the touch. A few streams were still coming through, here and there, but her legs were now beginning to stop shaking and she could feel the fog of desperation and relief in her mind begin to clear. Finally, able to think properly again, she saw Kelly crying in front of her and approached, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder; as the girl finished her accident. Kelly’s diaper had taken a rougher beating. Her accident was still going strong and; unable to contain any further flooding, was now spilling her pee onto the floor. Allison saw a small puddle expand around Kelly’s legs, soaking her tights and legs, as Allison thought fast and quickly pulled Kelly’s skirt up higher; preventing it from being splashed by pee. A few moments later, the new girl’s wetting finally slowed and then, seconds after, halted entirely, leaving Kelly; a sobbing wreck, sitting in a puddle of her own urine, having wet her diaper, soaked herself and leaving a wet mess on the floor. ‘It’s okay’ said Allison soothingly, rubbing her shoulders. ‘I won’t tell anyone. I lost control too, you don’t have to be scared’. ‘I’m such a fucking baby’ said Kelly, still too frustrated to focus on anything except her embarrassing loss of control. ‘No you’re not, you held on for hours and no one else saw’. ‘I’m covered in pee!’ she protested. ‘Everyone’s going to see’. ‘Stand up’ said Allison gently. Kelly did not move, still wallowing in self-pity. ‘Kelly, stand up. I can help’ said Allison soothingly, though more firmly. This time, Kelly seemed to hear her and did as she was asked. Allison stared at her for a moment. Kelly’s eyes were puffy red, her shoulders sagged and body hunched with exhaustion. Pee was dripping off her legs and tights, yet her skirt and even her shoes were mostly fine, which Allison knew would be the key. Moving Kelly out of the puddle, she took off the girl’s shoes and; with her permission, removed her soaking tights, stuffing them into a corner of her own backpack. Then, she removed a packet of tissues and quickly wiped down Kelly’s legs, clearing them of pee and dripping streaks on her shoes and socks. After a handful of minutes, Kelly didn’t even look like she’d had an accident at all; much to her shock. ‘You’re so much better at this recovery stuff than I am’ snivelled Kelly. ‘I’m used to it, me and my boyfriend know how to clean ourselves up quickly’. ‘Your boyfriend? He wears diapers too?’. Allison blushed, realising that she had revealed her and Max’s activities. She considered lying but; considering how much Kelly had already seen and done, figured that was unnecessary. ‘No, he, um… he likes it’. ‘Likes what?’. ‘He likes that I wear them. Diapers, I mean. He likes that I get desperate. He even likes when I wet myself’. Allison cringed, preparing for Kelly to call her a freak but the word’s never came. Instead, Kelly stared in awe. ‘God, I wish I had a boyfriend like that’ admitted Kelly. ‘My ex Tommy revealed I wore diapers to everyone at my old school. It’s part of why we moved’. ‘Kelly, I’m so sorry’ said Allison, appalled. ‘He’s a piece of shit but I promise, there’s guys out there who aren’t such assholes’. ‘I hope so’ smiled Kelly at the thought. ‘What are we going to do about these?’. ‘We’d best get changed somewhere else’ said Allison. ‘Someone could still come in here at any moment, its best if we find some working toilets somewhere else’. Kelly nodded. ‘What about the puddle?’. Allison thought for a moment, then looked through the classroom’s rubbish bin. Finding a half empty water bottle, she poured the rest onto the puddle; then left the bottle next to the puddle, the lid dropped next to it. ‘Allison, you’re a genius’ beamed Kelly, smiling passionately for the first time in hours. Allison blushed modestly, as the two girls began walking towards the disabled bathrooms; halfway across the school, where they could freshen up in a more secluded area. They mostly walked in silence, happy to have each other’s company, feeling mutually safe with someone they could trust. However, towards the end, Kelly asked something that took Allison’s breath away. ‘Hey Allison?’. ‘Yeah Kelly?’. ‘I… I kind of need a favour’. ‘Well… I’m not used to changing myself when this… wet and I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it properly’. ‘Oh’. ‘Yeah… would you mind… changing me?’. The words sent a chill down Allison’s spine and practically hardened her nipples in seconds. The thought of sliding Kelly’s sodden, pee-soaked diaper, carefully down her legs; where moving it too quickly could re-soak her, was unbelievably erotic to Allison. She didn’t know what Kelly’s pussy looked like but she wanted to see it: Wet, dripping with pee, more than anything right now. Her face turned bright red from her own dirty-mindedness. What would Max think if he could see her right now? ‘He’d love this’ thought Allison. ‘I’m sorry, that was totally weird, I shouldn’t have asked, I-’. ‘No, please, Kelly, don’t apologise’ said Allison sweetly. Kelly looked towards her, as Allison smiled. ‘I’d be happy to change you’. THE END
  15. Hey y'all. Here's the sequel, coming at you. It's immense! Which means it's got... ...cute boy-meets-girl romance! ...witty banter! ...love conquering all inconveniences! ...descriptions of camping in places I've never been! ...character growth by peripheral characters we'll never meet again, just 'CAUSE. ...oh, and some desperation. I wedged it in at the end. (Also hetero sex. If you haven't read my stories before, know that there's almost always het sex.) Actually -- I'm actually pretty proud of the desperation in this one. But it is all the way at the end. That particular scene was the first idea I had, and I started to write it out. But then my addictions kicked in. I just can't quit character development, y'all. Plotting is a hell of a drug. And Bree and Tam emerged, holding hands, and demanded their story be told. I will try to be on here a little more frequently, and so I'm not going to dump it all on you at once like last time. So there will be more to this, including that desperation I mentioned. But here goes: MONSOON -------------------------------------------- It hit on their way back from their first overnight. The heat had been almost unendurable. Even guzzling water, almost nobody took pee breaks: they were sweating too much. But the clouds had formed up in the distance, moving closer as the afternoon wore on. And just as they got into sight of the vans, the skies opened up. “How is it raining?” Little Lyn demanded, between the squeals. They weren’t getting drenched anymore—that had happened instantly. Now they were just standing in the rain totally soaked. The rain was pouring off of them because it had nothing else to sink into. “It’s New Mexico in the summer!” Tam declared. He stretched out his arms and flung back his head. When he looked up, he met Bree’s eyes. And Bree fell in love with him all over again. From the huge grin he got, the feeling was pretty mutual. And, well, she was getting a pretty good look at him. His shirt was plastered to his skin. He might as well not be wearing it… She was suddenly conscious that he was gazing at her just as intently, and that her shirt was plastered on pretty well too. Her sports bra had to be showing, traced out perfectly under the wet shirt. She wanted to cover up, but how? Anything she did would just draw attention to her. And then again, why? Let him look. He threw her an air high-five, and she returned it. And felt her knees getting a little weak. Which was awkward, since they still had a few hundred yards to go. Bree, of course, was the van driver. Sitting down in her wet clothes felt disgusting at first, but she couldn’t take anything off. If she’d been alone, maybe she would have stripped off her shirt. And if she’d been alone with Tam she might have taken off more than just that. But as it was, she had to remain decently clad. Driving through pouring rain on unfamiliar roads in a van that had a real high roll hazard was not Bree’s idea of fun. She was sweating as she inched along—from nerves, this time. But luckily, before they were even halfway back to camp, the downpour had stopped and the sun was coming out again. “This weather is nuts!” Fiona said. “Actually this is normal,” Tam said. “I don’t understand why, but summer is actually the rainy season around here. It’s actually nice—feel how cool the air is!” And this was true. The baking heat of the day had been broken by the rain, and it was incredibly nice. “Usually the cloudburst only lasts half an hour or so,” Tam added. “Still, this is why we had you bring rain gear.” But when they returned to camp the first order of business was to head back to the cabins and change clothes. It hit as Bree was removing her sodden sports bra from under her even-more-sodden shirt. The girls were getting so comfortable with each other that they were just changing openly, but Bree never felt comfortable getting down to bare boobs with them. So she was half-in and half out of her clothing when Sandy blurted out, “Do you like Tam?” Bree took refuge in literalism. “Of course I do,” she said. “He’s a great team leader, and he’s teaching me a lot about being a counselor.” “No, I mean like-like!” Literalism having failed, Bree tried humorous deflection. “Oh, well, if we’re talking like-like…!” But Sandy was tenacious. “So do you?” “She does!” Gina shrieked. “Look at her blushing!” “He’s sooooo cute!” “Are you two gonna kiss?” “Ohhhh, look at that, they already have!” This was not going to plan at all. “Ladies, ladies—calm down,” Bree said. “Yeah, we like each other…” This set off more gales of joy. “Calm down, okay? It’s not a big deal—” Giggling denial. “Well, maybe it is. But, and this is important, we’re not gonna be holding hands or making out while we’re working with you. That’s not what we’re here for.” “Why can’t you hold hands?” “Because, to be honest… if we did, we might be getting distracted. And it’s our job to keep you safe. We can’t do that if we’re all over each other. So we won’t be.” “That makes sense,” said Little Lyn, and when Angie agreed, that seemed to settle it. But then Sandy launched into the logistical questions: “How did you kiss him? He’s so short!” “Well, to be honest… no. No, I’m just not going to be talking about this,” Bree said. “Awwwwww! Come on! Tell, tell!” “No. And that’s final.” Because there’s no way on earth I’m gonna explain how he caught me with my pants down and was a real gentleman about it. This realization helped keep her determined, and eventually the girls gave up, or at least decided to bide their time. And since they were eating with their cabin teammates instead of their trail teammates, there was no chance to bug Tam about it. But instead the gossip flew with the other girls in the cabin, and Bree became deeply, mortifyingly conscious of her fellow counselor in the cabin. But the other counselor didn’t say anything. The mortification got even worse the next day, when the girls gleefully informed Tam’s team what they’d discovered. Tam grinned and shrugged: that’s life with middle schoolers. Whattya gonna do? Except that was a real question, and a good one. Bree was feeling very much like she was out in deep water on this, not certain what she could stand on. One kiss—well, really a bunch of them, but only one time—didn’t make a relationship. There were things that did make a relationship real, but which of them could they do? Bree felt like she was blushing constantly, that every move she made was under a microscope. Her tension and confusion was mounting by the hour. This was their rest day, between the two big overnight hikes. There were the usual games, but there were also some long pauses where everyone just sat around. During one of these, in the heat of the afternoon, Tam plopped himself down next to Bree and said, quietly, “How ya doin’?” Bree felt like every single one of the kids was now paying total attention, though nobody had really moved. “I feel like we’re being watched,” she said, honestly (and just as quietly). “That we are,” Tam answered. “Shall we show them how grown adults do this?” “Do what?” “Talk things out. Set boundaries. Not flounder around in the dark trying to read their partners’ minds. You know, all the stuff we hated in high school.” “We’re not floundering? I feel like I’m floundering.” Tam nodded. “I thought you looked a little lost. Only natural, we haven’t talked yet. We should do that.” “Here? Now?” “Perfect time for it. We need to get it worked out before tomorrow or we’ll both snap from the strain. Kids are otherwise occupied.” “Yeah, by watching us!” “So we better set a good example, huh?” “Huh. Hadn’t thought of it like that…” “Yup.” “So. Um. Boundaries?” “Let’s get the most important stuff out of the way first, then work out the details,” he said. “What are you okay with in front of the kids?” When she didn’t answer for a moment, he suggested, “I mean, can I hold your hand in front of the kids?” “Out on the trail,” she said. “Not in camp.” He nodded. “It’s because—” He held up a finger. “You don’t have to justify your boundaries,” he told her. “I’m gonna respect that because you asked for it, not because of whatever makes you ask.” A wave of admiration swept over her—admiration and relief. The tension in her shoulders was ebbing rapidly. “Oh. That’s nice.” He grinned. “You look better already. So let’s figure out more. All our clothes stay on in front of the kids.” “Well, duh.” “Yeah, duh, but it’s still good to say out loud. Especially since my next question is, do you wanna keep all our clothes on when we’re alone?” The blush came back with a vengeance. “Um.” “I’ll tell you right now,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’m fine either way. My boundary is no intercourse, because I didn’t bring any condoms. Everything else is on the table for me—in private—so it’s down to what you’re comfortable with.” “This conversation is getting a little past hand-holding,” Bree whispered. He grinned. “I know. Figured we should talk about it right away. Everything else will be easier.” “Um. Can I decide about the sex later?” “Of course. And the clothes?” “…Off.” He grinned. “I can’t believe I just said that,” Bree said. “Is it what you want?” “Yeah. Yeah.” “Then what’s the problem?” “But… like, what would people think to hear me say that?” “Who cares? We’re adults. We like each other. We think each other’s pretty cute and we’d like to see more. Everyone else can butt out.” “Wow.” He grinned again. “See? And now everything else will be a lot easier. Like, can I call you cute in front of the kids?” “No,” she said at last. “But you can imply it all you want. And you can call me cute when we’re alone.” They hashed it out, bit by bit, and the stress and tension ebbed away—replaced by excitement. Now that they’d said it out loud, Bree suddenly felt an absolutely burning desire to get him alone and naked. To see what she’d gotten, of course. “When can we be alone?” she asked. “Not till the kids are gone. Saturday night. We’ll do something after dinner,” he said, eyes alight. But first they had a hike to manage. The kids had mapped out their route, and it was going to require quite an early start. They enforced early bedtimes, which allowed Bree to suppress any gossiping, and then rousted everyone out before sunrise and got them into the van. The kids dozed while Bree drove. As usual Tam was in the seat next to her, and they seized the opportunity to talk a little. Just normal we’re-into-each-other talk. “So that song you played…” “Oh, ‘Sideways’?” “Yeah, that one.” “Did you like it?” “Well, it helped me figure out what was on your mind, so—yeah, I liked it.” “Was I that obvious?” “Pretty much.” She blushed. “Nah, don’t be embarrassed. That’s when I made up my mind to get you alone somehow.” He cocked a head. “You get embarrassed a lot.” “Well, it’s just…” she flapped a hand. “It’s all this baggage.” “Oh, am I stepping on your scars?” “It’s not that, although that’s a great way of putting it. It’s that…” she swallowed and checked the rear-view mirror. Most of the kids seemed out like lights. “I’ve always been a good girl. And now I’m… um… trying to be less good. Let myself be… uh… an adult. Doing adult things. Sexual,” she managed to get the word out. “Sounds like scars to me,” Tam said. “Just scars that you share with a lot of other people.” “Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. I feel like I’m being shameful. But then the flip side is, when I behave, I feel I’m no fun. Inhibited. I mean, I wanna be GGG, but I’m having to fight all this history. All these expectations.” “Good reminder. We shouldn’t have any expectations.” A chill ran through her. “We shouldn’t?” “Nope. ‘Expectations are resentment waiting to happen.’” “That sounds to me like we’re not going to… like we’re giving up.” “Oh! I see. Yeah, not my intention. I wanna kiss you. A lot. But I won’t expect you to make out with me. I’ll grab my chances when the chances come, though.” “I think I see. That’s hard.” “Yup.” “As for the baggage… you wanna be GGG, huh?” “Yeah.” “And you feel like you’ve got to choose between being the good girl and being GGG?” “Right.” “You remember what the first G is, right?” “Yeah, ‘Good.’ What are you—oh.” “Figure it out, huh?” “You!” she said, deliriously happy. “You’re incredible, you know that?” “I’ve picked up a few tricks here and there. I’ve had some good teachers.” “I’m grateful. To them and to you.” “Same. To them and to you.” “To me? What have I done?” “Aside from being a really wonderful, beautiful human being? Well, let’s see—for starters, you’re doing all the driving…” “Right, and you owe me for that.” “Remember what I said about expectations.” “No, I meant like counselor chores.” “Oh, right. Balance. Uh—doing the dishes?” “We’ll make them do that.” “Okay, then I’ll be the bad guy and do the making.” After nearly an hour’s drive they arrived at the trailhead at last. They’d been here before, but for shorter hikes. There was a pit toilet by the little parking lot, but Bree had no intention of using it. And apparently, neither did anyone else. Fiona outright announced that she was going to go pee in the trees instead, and headed off with both Lyns and Sandy to do just that. Tam and Bree’s eyes met. Another moment of little victories. But also, underneath that, was the memory of how they’d first kissed. When the girls returned, they unloaded the van, distributed the gear, checked boots and straps, and headed up the trail. Over the course of the day they got much, much farther than they had before, truly out into the backcountry. They were headed to the peak of a mountain the kids had picked out. The journey was hot, tiring, and an absolute delight. The kids were all extremely enthusiastic and working together well—even Xavier the lone wolf. The Lyns and Angie, with a little support from Ian and Nate, were brilliant trail bosses, setting the pace and checking on everyone. Fiona was helpful. Bradley smiled. Nobody was getting blisters, everyone was drinking water, all was well. The hike was actually going so well that Bree was starting to get nervous: what would go wrong? Breakfast and lunch were basic backpacker fare, mostly energy bars and trail mix. But for dinner they managed something a little better, building a fire and frying up some pre-prepped food. Once again Gina was in charge of the kitchen, and again all Bree and Tam had to do was sit back and watch. And as Angie and the Lyns got everyone else to make camp, Tam slipped his hand into Bree’s. And then they watched the sun set, and watched the crescent moon go down, and watched the stars coming slowly out. They kept an eye on the kids, too, but their happy campers seemed entirely self-propelled, or at least Angie-propelled. In fact the whole gang seemed to be making a determined effort to not come over. Bree could have sworn that Madalyn actually shoed some of the boys back to camp. Ricky and Bradley were watching the fire like hawks, far more intent and serious than when Tam had been with them. And she thought she caught Angie and Ian and Nate in a huddle, trying to work something out. It was when she noticed Nate setting up her tent that she knew something was up. When she pointed all this out, Tam chuckled. “They’ve got eyes. Or at least our leaders do. They’re giving us space.” “I feel bad, though…” “Look. Do they need help?” “No. They’ve got it.” “Would they be asking for help, if they weren’t giving us room?” “Probably…” “See any goofing off?” “Nope.” “They’re giving us space, and it’s making them step up. Be responsible. Pretty amazing, really. We lucked out.” “I know! I can’t imagine another group like them…” “We won’t get one. Not this good. We won’t have Lyns and Angies and Nates in the next bunch. We’ll have somebody else, though.” “I already miss them.” “I know. Savor the next three days.” Sudden motion in the sky caught Bree’s eye. “Falling star! Make a wish!” Tam’s hand tightened on hers. “What did you wish for?” he asked. “Same wish I always make: that tomorrow will be beautiful. What did you wish for?” “That you’d be sitting here beside me. And look! It already come true!” She pulled her hand free and wrapped him in a hug. They sat like that for a moment. “I can’t rest my head on your shoulder,” she said at last, complaining. “Just rest it on my head.” “Won’t that hurt?” “Most things hurt eventually. Sometimes it’s worth it.” “Oooh, I can rest my chin on your shoulder if I sit behind you…” “Are they actually putting themselves to bed?” “Sounds like.” “Dang, what a crew.” “We should probably go check on them…” “I agree. Just one thing we need to do first.” “Hmm?” He leaned a bit, turned his head. His lips found her cheek. She shifted so that he wasn’t the only one kissing. This lasted a long time. “Okay,” she gasped, coming up for air. “We’ve got to go do our job…” “Yeah.” They walked the ten yards back to camp, and found an exhausted, exultant team waiting to show off all their hard work. They duly admired the kids’ handiwork, and encouraged them all to bed down. As Fiona headed to her tent, she high-fived Bree with an ear-to-ear grin. Angie gave Bree a hug. The giggling commenced as soon as the girls were zipped up, as if they were waiting for a door to close. A tent, of course, was in no way soundproof. Tam came over and handed her something. “What’s this?” “Flashlight,” he said. “I’m going over that way, y’see, and you can go over there, and there’s no risk of bumping into each other in the dark.” Bree laughed. It was a new kind of laughter in her vocabulary. She took his hand firmly and led him into the woods. “Um, what are we doing?” he asked in a whisper. “Oh, what you were planning on doing, but no reason to split up like that.” “Didn’t know you were looking for an audience…” “I’m not. Just the company. This is good. Turn your light off and step over there.” They peed in parallel again. When they were done (Bree again took a little longer) they found each other once again in the dark. And they made out until Tam got a crick in his neck and had to stop.
  16. P.1 (Sub Zero) Sub Zero (Kuai Liang) does not understand how this happened. 1 hour ago, he fought with one of the most dangerous Shao Kahn warriors...Sindel. After this he just loses fight and doesn't remember what happen.... But now he is in prison of Shao Khan castle. But it's not the most scary thing. He's tied to a chair...and something else, feels down of his abdomen...bladder. He could't cross his legs and ask some help of....woman? There was a woman in violets bra and panties, with black hairs and purple mask, if there wasn't kunais she wasn't so dangerous. "Do I really need to ask her.....brother never ask someone to help with his problems and he never has to go in the enemy base...." but spasm at his bladder answer on this question. –Mphmmmm..... –What? ask women in purple clothes. –Nothing He lies, but after that another spasm make him fidget in a chair. –Ow....nothing? are you sure Sub Zero? She asks mockingly –I think something happens between your legs...you know...that calls of nature. –N...no! You litle Shao Kahn.... But he stop, another spasm make his urine escape. –HA! Really? I can see little black thinks on your pants, you are so stupid, couldn't you just go before a mission? He can see that she wants to laugh. –You...think I'm so bad in holding? You won't see my wet pants! He scream. But that was a mistake, woman becomes angry... –Oh you sure?! I CAN SEE ONE LITTLE SCARY BOY WHO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HIS URINE!!! In anger, she took off her mask, and under it were the sharp terrible fangs of the tartakan. –Wh...What?! Before he had time to react, her knee was between his legs, and the kunai was pressed to his throat, then it happened First, the monster's head looked down, then there was a slight chuckle. Looking down, he almost burst into tears ... his knees trembled with fear, there was a dark spot on the pants, and a yellow liquid flowed onto the girl's knee, and then fell to the floor with a spray. He wet himself in fear, in front of enemy, of a woman. Sub-Zero woke up on the plane, and there was ... Sonya? -Sub Zero! You are alive! He didn’t pay attention, just looked at his pants, they had black spot. He almost burst into tears, but Blade hugged him just in time. -All is well, the main thing is that we caught Shao Kahn's daughter. She was in a cage, beaten, as soon as the Earth wars entered the compartment, she immediately looked with a grin at the ninja's wet pants, he blushed slightly and covered him with his hands. After interrogation, they went to another compartment alone. -Does anyone else know that I peed? She only answered with a smile -No, I won't tell anyone And then she kissed him on the cheek, not noticing how her hand lay on the cut of a urine spot, and a bump grew in his pants
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  18. A Night to Remember: Part 2 For the moment, I was alone in Haley’s room. The muffled sound of her urinating came from the background as I lay on the bed with my head wedged between the pillows, collecting my thoughts. Did I actually… love her? I mean, of course I love my best friend, but was it more than that? No, I just really like her, it’s only a crush. I shouldn’t have these feelings for her, they’re going to ruin our friendship! ...She doesn’t even like girls like that… does she? No, I can’t tell her. Not yet. Not until I figured out how I really feel. No point in risking it. All of these thoughts were running through my mind in rapid succession when suddenly, I heard the door open behind me. I knew it was Haley coming out of the bathroom and I turned over to face her. She looked extremely relieved. For obvious reasons, of course. She also had the laundry basket in her arms, the one I had put my dirty clothes in before I took a shower. “We should probably wash these clothes tonight.” “Yeah...” I nodded with an embarrassed smile. Haley stood at the foot of the bed as I rolled over from laying on my stomach and scooted towards her. “Weren’t you wanting to tell me something?” She reminded me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I crossed my arms over my stomach to subside the butterflies that fluttered wildly inside of me. Or was that my bladder calling out to me? It could have been both. “I was just going to say we should eat something before it gets too late...” I trailed off, not knowing what else to tell her if I couldn’t say what I really wanted to. “Yeah… you’re right… it is after seven already.” Haley pursed her lips to the side and looked as if she was pondering. I hoped she accepted my quick excuse and wouldn’t probe any further. We both got caught in a moment of awkward silence and Haley stood there like she was waiting for me to say something else. It was time to get this over with. “I have to go the bathroom.” I suddenly said, standing up to my feet. “Alright. I’ll go start the washer while you do that, and then we’ll figure out dinner.” She pulled the basket closer to her body and grinned a bit before heading out of the room. I walked into the restroom and shut the door behind me. My new pajamas and underwear slid down with little effort on my part before I let them hug my ankles. I plopped down onto the toilet seat with my legs closed and let out a soft sigh as a slow trickle of urine tinkled out of my opening, merging with the water below me. For now, I decided to put aside my thoughts for Haley and focus on something else. There was a picture hanging on the white painted wall to my left. It was a floral pattern with blue and green colors, surrounded by a wooden frame. The shower was in front of me, with a cream colored cloth curtain and various body washes and hair care products strewn along the edge of the bathtub. To my right was the pedestal sink, it had a more fancy and intricate design compared to everything else in the bathroom. Above it was a standard medicine cabinet with a mirrored door. I stopped glancing around the room when I realized that I finished peeing and located the toilet paper roll hanging off the wall next to me. With only a couple of squares, I wiped myself and flushed the toilet after standing up. Or at least I thought I did. I didn’t see the toilet bowl empty itself, so I tried it again. It wasn’t working… “...What?” I whispered under my breath. I soon realized that the toilet clogged up and wouldn’t allow me to flush it! “No...!” I began panicking as the water filled up close to the brim with all my pee and used toilet paper staring back at me. Frantically, I hunted for a plunger but was unable to find one around me. The toilet water and all its contents began to overflow. My heart was beating quickly. I had no idea what to do as I stood there, watching the yellow water drip over the edge of the bowl. I searched around again and found the towel I used to dry off with earlier that afternoon and wrapped it around the base of the toilet to soak up the water. Though I still needed a plunger, so I went to find Haley. She wasn’t back in her room yet so I darted out into the hallway and smacked right into her as I turned the corner, knocking the wind out of both of us. “Oof!" Haley put her hand to her chest. "Sorry! Didn't see you! It's just I need a plunger but I can't find one." My eyes on the startled Haley, as I’m sure she was having trouble as well. "It's in the laundry room. I'll go get it..." Haley retorted before swiftly walking back in the direction she came from. I scuttled back to the bathroom to wait for her. Thankfully, the toilet had stopped running before it saturated the entire towel. Haley soon came back to meet me at the overflowing toilet and handed me a rubber plunger with a maple wood handle. I took my saving grace from her and attempted to unclog the toilet. I carefully placed it in the water, and it displaced some of the water out of the toilet. Then I began pumping the plunger up and down as it stood straight above the hole. Haley stood there for a moment and witnessed my feeble attempts at removing the blockage. "Oh my god, it's not working!" Frustrated, I began trying to pump it harder, but it was only splashing water everywhere. I wanted to scream. I almost did, but then Haley moved closer and motioned to take the plunger from me. "Here, let me help you." I let her take the plunger from me, disappointed that I failed to use such a simple device. Stepping back, I folded my arms over my chest and let the master do the work. "Sorry, I tried..." My voice shook as I began to tear up. I've made a mess of Haley's bathroom and couldn't even fix it myself. I'm so useless. "It's alright. It's easier to do it at an angle." Haley positioned the plunger so it angled towards her. "Like this." She began plunging and I watched as my urine slowly receded. I sighed with relief as the toilet finally flushed on it's own and filled back with clear, clean water. "There we go." Haley said, placing the plunger next to the toilet before looking over to me. "Thank you... sorry you had to do it. I didn't mean to clog it." I wiped a trapped tear from my eye. "It's not your fault, it does that a lot. Don't worry about it." Haley consoled me and led me out of the bathroom. "Well, after all that excitement, are you still hungry?" She smiled at me as we stood at the foot of the bed. I smiled back, calmed down from my horrific incident of terror. "Yeah, definitely!" "Okay, let's go see what we have." Haley replied, leading me out of the bedroom and out into the main part of her house. It was getting dark outside so the room was faintly lit by early evening sun rays until she turned the ceiling light on in the kitchen connected to the family room. I followed behind her and met her at the refrigerator. Haley opened the freezer and we both peered inside it. "Hot Pockets, Totino's Party Pizzas, beef and chicken pot pies... um...." She lifted up some boxes to look behind them. "And chicken nuggets." She took a pizza out and looked to me as I stood there with my fingers to my lips, trying to decide on what I wanted. "Um... I'll have a chicken pot pie, please." "Alrighty." Haley pulled the box out and set them both on the counter. I decided to prepare my own food while Haley set the stove to the correct temperature for her pizza. Picking up my box, I looked at the back of it while opening the seal for the directions: Four minutes to cook. Alright, no problem there. As I removed the frozen pie from the box and placed it in the microwave behind me, I noticed that the box also had a strange message at the bottom. It read "This original fiction was written by antifairy of omorashi.org.", but it was obviously not a part of the directions so I ignored it and threw it away. "Let me get a plate for that, Maddy, hold on." Haley interrupted as she grabbed one from the top cabinet. "Oh... right, sorry." "It's alright, this way it won't make a mess in the microwave." Haley put the glass plate underneath the pie and I closed it before setting the timer for four minutes. Her food took longer to cook than mine did, needing at least twelve minutes in the oven. While we were waiting, Haley took the opportunity to move the wet clothes to the dryer. We both ate at the dining table in a small alcove connected to the kitchen and discussed boring girl stuff that didn't matter. Afterwards, we washed our dishes and headed back to her bedroom. Haley yawned cutely and face planted herself on the bed. I sat on the bed next to her stretched out body. "Tired...?" I asked, smiling. "Mmm" she replied, her voice muffled by the soft pillow that was covering her face. "I am too, a little." I said, scanning my eyes over her body; her shirt had hiked up a bit and I saw the waistband of her blue cotton panties. Her pajamas accentuated her plump bottom quite nicely. She broke my mesmerization and gaze when she turned over to face me, her hand supporting her head as she lay on her side. "Maddy..." "Hmm?" We locked eyes. There was something about her voice then, and I started to tremble because of it like I had earlier that evening. "Are you sure there was nothing else you wanted to tell me? Or talk about?" A lump formed in my chest and I trembled a little harder. She apparently didn't buy my excuse from earlier. "Yeah... I.. I mean n-no." I tensed up and hugged myself, looking down at my feet. Haley scooted closer to me, and caressed my arm. "Just tell me... we're best friends, you can tell me anything." I wasn’t sure about the best way to tell her my feelings, but I also knew I wasn’t going to weasel my way out of this again if I didn’t tell her the truth. I tried to speak, but the lump in my chest made its way to my throat. Haley began caressing my arm and took my hand in hers, causing light tingles trickled through my entire body. I held hers back and, of course, said something stupid. "Guess." I cringed inside at what I had said, but I wanted to know what she would say. A confused but interested look came about her face. "Um..." She looked down to the bed, contemplating, and I kept my gaze upon her. "You... have a boyfriend...?" Haley asked, looking back up to me. "No..." "Um... you joined a super secret cult?" She smirked a little. I shook my head. "Maddy...." Haley put her hand on my stomach and rubbed it. "Are you pregnant?" "OH GOD NO!" I shouted a little too loud and looked at her, giggling. "Okay okay, didn’t really think so; I just wanted to rule that out." We both fell into more awkward silence for a few moments. "Do you like someone...?" I didn't say anything, but a few seconds later, I nodded my head with subtle movements. "Who?! Tell me!" She sat up quickly and moved in front of me, waiting for the truth that I desperately wanted to tell her. I took a deep breath. "I think… it’s you!" The room went silent again. "What?" "You." I said again. Haley had a surprised look on her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking then. "Me? Really?" I nodded and let a huge sigh of relief out and she rolled over on her back, looking up at the ceiling. I stared at her, and waited for her response, started to become sick to my stomach and almost left to go donate my dinner to the toilet. "You like me... as more than a friend?" Haley rolled back over to face me again, looking concerned.I looked into her eyes with sincerity, and nodded. She appeared more awake. "Since when?" I shrugged my shoulders, unsure of how to answer her. I was barely able to speak, my body shaking as if it was going to explode. It sort of felt like I always had liked her, but it didn't dawn on me until today. Ever since I saw her on the first day of junior high school, I wanted nothing more than to be her friend. I never thought I could be "cool" enough to hang out with her because she was always popular and... out of my league. “I’m not sure what to say… this is unexpected.” Haley bit her bottom lip, looking down at the bed. I said nothing, entirely unsure of how this would affect our relationship. Though, I believed the worst: This would be the end, she wouldn’t be comfortable around me now, and we’d fall out with each other. I wanted to hope that we’d get through this, but my heart said otherwise. Words were failing to pass my lips, but tears were successfully taking their place. “Why are you crying?” Haley inched a little closer, and looked at me. “I…” “I don’t want us to end.” Haley said nothing, but turned over and laid on her back with her arms crossing her chest. She looked puzzled, probably as confused as I was, or angry. I figured I should leave, I had done enough damage. It was obvious that I should never have said anything. Perhaps I would have gotten over this little obsession of mine, but I just had to run my mouth about things I didn’t understand. “I guess I’ll go home…” I stated, still crying. Haley turned to me again. “Home? Why?!” I hopped off the bed as she spoke. “I don’t know, don’t you want me to leave?” My tears cascaded down my cheeks and my voice continued to break up. Haley just stared at me, looking like she was about to join me with her own tears. “No.” She reached her hand out and grabbed mine, pulling me back to the bed. I didn’t resist, but lay back down beside her. I was even more confused then. “You’re not… upset?” “I am.” Haley still held my hand in hers, and I waited to hear what else she had to say. “I'm upset that you expect our friendship to end over something like this.” She looked at me with concern in her eyes. Her words flowed through my mind as I began to understand what she was telling me. I can't believe I was so foolish. “You don’t seriously think that do you?” She sternly asked before I exhaled a heavy sigh and pondered for a few moments. “Haley… I didn’t want to… think that.” I looked down at Haley’s hand caressing mine. “I just assumed this would… make things weird between us. It’s not like I even know if you… like girls like that.” My eyes started scaling her arm with my eyes until I met hers once again. “You know, it does feel a little weird. But, I guess, it feels… natural at the same time.” Haley intertwined her fingers with mine, and cupped my hand with a firm grasp. Tingles went through my body, electrocuting me with the warmth of her hand. “Natural?” I asked. “Yeah… like, it feels right, but unexpected. You’re right too, I never thought about girls like that. I suppose that’s part of the reason it feels a little weird.” “Oh…” My tears subsided, and I instinctively squeezed her hand. “So what does this mean? I still don’t understand.” I asked her, looking into her eyes. “Hmm… maybe we’ll find out.” Haley put her arm around my shoulder and began pulling my body closer to hers. I wasn’t sure what she was going to happen. I started shaking again as my heart returned to a quick beat. Our bodies touched, her chest flattened against mine and her mouth opened slightly. “Did you fantasize about me in the shower today?” She asked suddenly. I looked down and exhaled, then looked back up to her. I nodded sheepishly, biting my lower lip a little. “So that’s why you were all nervous earlier. You’re so cute.” Haley smiled. I shut my eyes and blushed heavily. She giggled and kissed my lips. If I had been standing, I would have collapsed. My entire body went numb, and I soon realized everything would be okay. “Don’t ever try to leave me again.” She whispered in my ear. I cuddled against her chest and we wrapped our arms around each other. “I won’t” I replied softly. Haley reached over and turned the light off and I fell asleep with my head nestled between her breasts. It was the next morning, and Haley and I sat on her couch in the living room watching some strange television show. The TV was small, and I couldn’t make out what was happening on the screen. The colors seemed to fade in and out and I only saw what looked like two human shaped silhouettes moving around in a random fashion. We were both very interested in it though, and Haley laughed hysterically at it. All of sudden, Haley bounced off the couch and stood in front of me, with her hands buried in between her legs. “Maddy, I have to pee really badly!” She bent her body forwards and started crying. It was weird to see her like this, and she didn’t make any implication before that she needed the bathroom. “Well, go then? Isn’t your bathroom in your room?” I asked, curious as to why she was telling me this. Haley looked around, panicking, before looking back to me. “I’m not sure, I won’t make it! I’m going to wet my pants any second!” She said in a loud tone, bawling with great force. I couldn’t even see her hazel colored eyes anymore. They were pure white. “Come with me, please?!” She asked in a hysterical way. I stood up immediately and wrapped my arm around her. “Of course, I’d do anything for you.” I said, excited as I led her out of the family room. We both ran down the hallway for what seemed like a mile and Haley was doubling over in pain from her full bladder but somehow was able to run as fast as I could. Finally, we made it. We stopped in front of the door door and Haley stood back up and faced me. “Haley? Aren’t you going to go in?” But I didn’t see Haley anymore, she disappeared. Suddenly, I became lonesome and scared. I started to look around for her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. For a few moments, it was dead silent until I heard a familiar voice next to me. “Maddy, I’m sorry, but we didn’t make it.” It was Haley’s voice, but she sounded very sad and depressed. I looked to where it came from and I saw a gold framed mirror hanging on the wall. On the other side was me, but the reflection didn’t mimic my body. I saw myself with my hands covering my eyes, bawling, and my jeans were soaking up with liquid. As I watched myself in the mirror, I experienced a sensation of warm and wet urine spreading between my own legs. When I looked down though, my pants were dry. I looked back up and saw Haley’s reflection, but not mine anymore. She stared back at me with tears rolling down her face and her pants had became soaked with urine. “I’m sorry we had an accident. It should never have been this way. If only we had more time. Please forgive me.” Before I had time to respond, I collapsed onto the floor. As I lay on the ground, I shut my eyes and started to shake like someone was shoving my body. I opened my eyes and I was back in Haley’s room. Haley was awake and she was hovering above me, looking concerned. Slowly, I came to my senses and awoke. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the fluorescent light that filled the room. Looking at both of us, I noticed both her and my pajamas were wet. So I arrived at one conclusion: I had wet the bed, again, and peed all over Haley. “...Something happened, Maddy.” She said, looking over herself. I hopped off the bed immediately. “Oh no, I did it again…” Haley stood up and removed the wet bedding, setting them in a pile. The large wet spot that stained the mattress stared back at us both. “I didn’t think this would happen, I’m so sorry!” I whimpered, humiliated at what I did. Haley sat down on the edge of the bed, seeming upset. “Maddy… you didn’t do it.” She stated in a soft voice, looking up to me with shame in her eyes. “But then…” “I woke up, I was peeing. I tried to stop it but it just kept coming out.” Haley explained as she tried to keep her composure. “Oh…” a gentle sigh passed my lips. I didn’t expect to hear that, nor for her to wet the bed. She was definitely doing a lot better job at staying calm than I would have. Though, no matter how well she looked on the outside, I imagined how she was feeling on the inside. I, of course, knew for sure how mortifying it is to have an accident. I sat down next to her and hugged her. “It’s okay…” I tried to console her, laying my head on her shoulder and lightly rubbing her arm. “ It got you wet too, though. I’m sorry.” I looked down, my left pant leg had a small damp spot on the thigh area. Haley’s entire lap glistened with heavy saturation, however. “Just a little… it’s not bad.” I assured her and hugged her tighter before leaning up to kiss her cheek. Haley looked at me and smiled, then kissed me on my lips again. It gave me the same euphoria as it did earlier that evening. I happily completed the loving gesture and it ended with a soft smooch. The sensation of her soft lips lingered on mine and we hugged tightly again. “We better clean your mattress before your parents find out!” I whispered. “Oh my god, I don’t even know how to clean a mattress after…” Haley started to panic, but I stopped her mid-sentence. “I do! I’ll help you! Just get me a sponge, a towel and a spray bottle with water in it.” I instructed Haley. “I think I have all that stuff in my bathroom. Hold on.” She replied as she made a swift trip and came back with the items in a short amount of time, setting them on the bed. “I’ll do this if you want to go ahead and starting washing the sheets.” I know I was able to do that because I did it the previous day. Meanwhile, Haley changed her clothes, putting on clean underwear and a long t-shirt to cover herself up past her waist. I averted my wandering eyes, but I couldn’t help but catch a quick glimpse of her bare, plump bottom while she had it exposed. That image remained in my thoughts as I soaked up most of the stain up with the towel. “Thank you for doing this, I don’t think I could get away with this without you.” She said as she added her wet clothes and the towel I used to the pile. “You’re welcome!” I smiled at her. Haley returned the gesture seeming much more relaxed, then trotted out of the room with the wet things. Utilizing the water and sponge, I diluted and soaked up the rest of the urine stain from the mattress. It wasn’t too much of a hassle, but I had to be quick; it was already after 6:00 am and I didn’t know when Haley’s parents would be awake “Wow, it looks a lot better!” Haley exclaimed as she came back with my now clean and fresh clothes from yesterday. The sight of them made me go back to that embarrassing moment, but it didn’t bother me anymore. “Mhm. It wasn’t that bad of a stain.” I assured her. “I’m just going to tell my mom that we spilled soda on the bed.” Haley said before yawning again and looking to me with a smile. “Good idea.” I smiled back and stayed with her for a little while longer before she went to take a shower. Then I headed back home for more sleep and happy dreams.
  19. (Just saying this before you read that this specific chapter doesn't have much omo in it... just mainly explaining backstory, you may still read if you like.) The road was long and hard up the rocky path... The group of three traveled up a great mountain, basking in the clean, fresh air. Naniko walked in the front, Goken behind her, and Jiriyuu following. The winds grew stronger, and the sun shined on Naniko's hair, causing it to reflect back the light onto the two warriors' eyes. The reflecting stopped, however, when Naniko looked back at Goken and began speaking to him as they walked... "So, Goken... please tell me more about you," she spoke. Goken let out a smile, and said "Me? I've not much to tell about myself, only a mere Ronin." Jiriyuu rushed in front of Goken as he heard that, and gave off a rather quizzical look at him... "So... what do you have to get out of the way? Errands? Unfinished business? Or are you just looking for a good spot?" Jiriyuu asked. Goken looked back at his blue-haired companion(?) with a confused look. "What are you talking about?" Goken asked back. Jiriyuu's face became slightly more serious, but not by much. "Well... if you're a Ronin, that must mean you had a Damiyo at one point, right?" Jiriyuu continued. "Well yeah, he's been dead for about two years now... rest his soul." Goken replied. Jiriyuu came to a complete halt, causing Goken to bump into him. His face became one of shock. "Wait a sec... you mean to tell me that your master has been dead for TWO FUCKING YEARS and you haven't offed yourself yet?!*" Jiriyuu shouted angrily. "What do you mean? Goken asked confused, "I was going to do it when he died, but..." Goken's mouth was stalled by the look Jiriyuu had once again changed... this time... a horrifying, death-blowing, evil stare... just staring at Goken. Naniko looked at them worried, for she knew that an evil wind was blowing... and boy was she right, for Jiriyuu grabbed his sword, and before Goken could unsheathe his, Jiriyuu thrusted the back of his sheath onto Goken's jaw, causing him to fall to the dirt. He then grabbed Goken by the chest, placed him onto the rocky wall, and started beating him senselessly. "YOU DARE BREAK THE CODE OF BUSHIDO?! YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO CALL YOURSELF A WARRIOR! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PEASANT WITH A STICK! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU!" Jiriyuu screamed at Goken in a fuming rage as he kept on with his blows. Naniko tried to stop Jiriyuu by yelling at him, but it did nothing, for Jiriyuu was too blinded by anger. Jiriyuu, with his fist hotter than Hell itself, threw Goken back onto the ground. He unsheathed his blade, making the sun's rays glimmer off it's edges, and pointed it back at Goken. "Leave now peasant, for if I EVER see your face again I will personally-" *SMACK* Jiriyuu's threat was interrupted by the sound of Naniko's palm swinging across his cheek. "Do NOT hurt him anymore!" Naniko shouted at Jiriyuu. Naniko once again rushed to Goken's aid, and assisted him up. "Please, I'm so sorry," The priestess told Goken, who's face was severely bloodied and bruised. "I don't understand what's gotten into him lately." Goken rested himself by the rocky wall, still catching his breath, while Naniko wiped off his blood. Jiriyuu only looked at him with his cheek glowing a bright red... he wasn't sure what to say, though I can assure you apologies were not what went through his head, only a burning hatred to Goken... a hatred he hoped he could dispel quickly... with a sword. "So..." Naniko spoke to Goken awkwardly as she cleaned his face, "How did your master die?" Goken took a deep breath and said "Well... ... ... like I said, it was two years ago... I remember being there when it happened. I remember having long walks with him. I'd always stay by his side protecting him... ...Funny thing though... that old guy believed he was a psychic." "Oh did he now?" Naniko replied. "Yup," Goken continued, "and here's the cool part... every prediction he's ever made has always been correct. Usually when he was out on business he'd go alone, but every time he's asked me to go with him, some crazy shit happens: Muggings, ambushes, even assassination attempts... as if he knew they would happen! He knew when trouble came, he knew when one would become wealthy, he knew when the crops would grow and die, Hell... he even knew the exact day when a child was to be born!" "Wow!" Naniko spoke astonished, "he sounds like an amazing person." "Yeah," Goken continuing his story, he even predicted... the day of his own death... He was laying in his bed, deathly ill... no medicine could cure him. I remember... I was going to take my own life right by his bed, for I failed to protect him... I stuck the tang of my blade into my abdomen when my master used the last of his strength to stop me. He actually wanted me not to take my own life, but rather keep it... he had made one last prediction to me..." "Keep on living, for I can assure you... there will be another one... another who needs your skills... another who needs you... ... ..." "And then he blew his last breath on me... so staying loyal to him, even in death, I followed his orders to stay alive." "... I'm so sorry for your loss," Naniko said with pity. "OH COME NOW MISTRESS!" Jiriyuu shouted in an agitated manner, "A psychic daimyo? Do you honestly believe in such fantasies? THIS MAN IS LYING!" "I am NOT!" Goken shouted back in oppression, "I even still have the scar from when my master died!" Goken then untied his robes, revealing a small, pink line on his abdomen. "Oh please, that could have been from anything!" Jiriyuu shouted back again, "Maybe you don't know how to use a sword, so you jus- "Jiriyuu, ENOUGH!" Naniko yelled angrily, "How about we just get back on track, shall we? After all, our destination isn't to far away from here." With that in mind, all three continued back up the mountain path... ("I hope we get their soon... I'm in urgent need to pee again.") Naniko thought to herself. End of Chapter 2 (*: for those who don't know... when a samurai lost their daimyo it was tradition that the samurai commit hari kari, and stay loyal to their master in death. Those who did not take their lives became Ronin, or a samurai with no master.)
  20. The forest was peaceful and quiet... The blossoms swayed with the wind... the animals hunted their prey... the sun shined on... the perfect day. The desolate woods had never been so peaceful before. It was the perfect day to walk in the woods without a care in the world... and in the middle of these woods... was a man... a Ronin... who wore light blue robes and had long black hair tied into a stalk, carried in his left hand his trusty blade, sheathed tightly, and in his right, a piece of paper, and on that paper stated directions to somewhere... a shrine... "How much more do I have to walk to this accursed shrine?" The Ronin grumbled, "My feet are starting to kill me." The Ronin kept walking along the forest path as his wooden sandals made sideways elevens on the dirt until he reached a small tree stump on the side of the road. Checking to make sure no one was around, the man walked towards the stump and sat right on top of it. He placed his sword and the bag he was carrying to the side, reached his arm behind him and began to untie a piece of thread which held on to a flask of sake. He pulled the flask towards his mouth, uncorked it, and the Ronin started to chug away on his sake. "Ah... nothing like a nice drink to keep the spirit pumping," The man said, giving out a faint chuckle. When the warrior finished his drink, he stood up, grabbed his things, and continued his journey. He took a few steps, then stopped... he grabbed his blade, and prepared himself in a ready stance... ... ...silence... ... ... "... It was probably just an animal," The man said to himself keeping his guard up. He kept along the wooded path, not lowering his guard for even a second. Something was close by... watching him, and his every move. The Ronin kept walking until he began to hear something... something that faintly sounded like pouring water. ("There must be a river close by,") The man thought to himself, ("I should go fill up my flask again. Too bad it's not a river of sake though... hehehehe.") The Ronin followed the source of the sound. Each step he took, the stream grew louder and louder... in fact the source of the sound was rather close by to the road.... but there was no river. If there was no river, then what was making that sound? The Ronin stopped in front of a large bush which seemed to be the cause of those watering sounds. He peeked over to see what it was, but before he could do it... ... ... *ruffle ruffle* *Shwing* *Shwing* *CLANG* *CLANG* The Ronin immediately found himself parrying an attack that came from behind him. His attacker, pushing full force on the Ronin's blade with his own, began to yell at him... "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAKE A PERVERTED LOOK WHILE THE MISTRESS IS BUSY!!!" "YOU ARE TRESPASSING, AND THEREFORE MUST BE KILLED!!!" The Ronin didn't know what the offender was talking about. Was this an ambush of some kind? The Ronin tried to kick his opponent, but the enemy just grabbed the flying foot, and flipped the Ronin in the air, causing him to plummet face first to the ground. The attacker turned the fallen warrior onto his back, placed his hand over his mouth, his foot over his stomach, and readied his sword by the Ronin's face. "No one will hear you scream for mercy as I slowly take everything you hold dear... first I'll start with your eyes, then I'll take your nose, and then your teeth, then your tongue, and finally your breath." The attacker raised his sword high, ready to impale the Ronin's face, when suddenly, a feminine voice called out to them. "Jiriyuu, stop it this instant!" A woman demanded. Jiriyuu (the attacker) looked at the woman with embarrassment, and then back to the Ronin, who had a face of terror, and had already prepared himself for a painful death. With a sign of disappointment, Jiriyuu sheathed his sword, and said "You are lucky mistress Naniko has decided to spare your life... for whatever reason." The woman deemed Naniko hurried to the Ronin, and let out her hand to help him up. ("Why would the mistress want to touch this peasant's filthy mitts?") Jiriyuu thought to himself. ​The Ronin grabbed on to the woman's hand; It felt smoother than silk itself. The Ronin stood up, and properly thanked the woman. Now that he wasn't being in a high stress situation, the Ronin took a good look at the two... The woman Naniko had blonde hair, and blue eyes (bet you wouldn't see that often in ancient Japan). She wore a white and red dress, and wore a rosary necklace. There was no doubt about it that she was clearly a priestess. She also wore a sakura petal by her hair. Her voice was soft. Jiriyuu had large, messy blue hair. He wore something very similar to the Ronin's, only his robes were pure white, and spiraling down his right sleeve was what appeared to be a black dragon. His tone of voice sounded very intimidating, and he himself seemed to give off a rather horrifying aura. He gave a rather sharpened stare at the Ronin. "I do greatly apolagize for the inconvenience," Naniko spoke to the Ronin, "He's just trying to look out for me, that is all." "So you must be here for the job, correct?" Naniko asked. "O-Oh! Yes I am, actually." The Ronin replied. He pulled out the piece of paper which held the directions to a shrine, and on the back stated an employment opportunity as a bodyguard. "Well this truly is splendid!" Naniko said joyfully. "I should also apologize for you having to walk all this way through this lovely forest." "Nah, it's fine," the man replied, "I enjoy the view of nature." "Now I suppose I should compensate for Jiriyuu's recklessness," Naniko said, making Jiriyuu more embarrassed. "May I ask your name?" "My name?" the man asked," ... ... ...Goken." "Well then mister Goken," Naniko said, slowly creating a grin, "pay very close attention to what I'm about to do..." Naniko then began to untie her dress, until she was completely naked, revealing her rather small breasts, and her sleek and slender body. This most certainly caught Goken by surprise, after all, how many times have you seen a woman go bare-naked just like that... and what she did after that caught Goken even more by surprise. She squatted down in front of the man, and began peeing right in front of him! Goken was at a loss for words. His mind couldn't quite comprehend what he was seeing. He felt weird at first, but after staring into Naniko's luscious golden stream for a bit, he started to feel warm inside. It started to please him as her warm pee streamed out of her womanhood. "Enjoying the show?" Naniko asked to the man... but he could not reply, only give off a nervous nod. Jiriyuu gave off a concerned look as his mistress did her business... but not because of what she was doing, but why. "M-Mistress Naniko!" Jiriyuu spoke surprised, "You'd actually give this putrid man the opportunity to see something so blissful?" "You just met him, and you're already rewarding him? Not to mention overdoing it!" "He is NOT worthy of-" "Jiriyuu... I may do as I please, and I please to please," Naniko interrupted, turning her head, and grinning. Her yellow stream soon died down, and the priestess stood back up, once again showing her body in full. "Hmm... now I just need something to wipe myself with," Naniko said grinning mischievously. Promptly, Jiriyuu moved closer to Naniko, and began kneeling before her as he stuck his arm out. "Mistress," Jiriyuu spoke, "you may use my arm if you please." Naniko began to giggle, and then said "Oh how I do appreciate your concern for me once again, however I think that I will give our new companion the chance to clean me." She moved close to Goken, so that her chest was touching his. "Will you do the honers?" Any normal person would most likely say "No, that's disgusting, and unsanitary..." but Goken was anything but normal... so assuming she was giving an order, Goken moved the sleeve of his robes to Naniko's sensitive parts, and began to gently stoke it, wiping of her still warm droplets of pee. It did feel a little strange to him, but to Naniko, it felt so comfortable. Naniko got her arm and clenched on tightly to Goken's arm. She started faintly moaning in pleasure. When Goken was sure she was dry, he stopped his stroking motion. Naniko let go of Goken, and thanked him for his assistance. She turned around to go grab her clothes while Goken took a brief look at Naniko's cute butt as she bended down to grab her dress. Out of the corner of Goken's eyes he could see Jiriyuu giving off an dead stare. His stare felt like two spears penetrating Goken's very soul, and Jiriyuu's aura felt even more terrifying this time. Naniko had finished putting back on her clothes, and then began to speak. "Come now Goken, I will take you to my home, where your services will be most appreciated." As the priestess walked, Goken and Jiriyuu followed behind. Goken rushed to Naniko's side and asked "So... just what exactly am I in for?" Naniko looked back at him as she continued strolling down the nature path and replied "Do not worry, I will explain everything in full detail when we reach my home... but for now, let us all soak in the beauty of this blessed forest." End of Chapter 1
  21. “I’ll have a margarita, hold the salt, and she’ll have a white wine spritzer.” “Very good, sir.” The surprisingly uptight seeming waiter nodded and stiffly exited with drink order in hand. Ross knew Rachel’s drink of choice well, and he wanted her to feel at ease, because he had a few things to discuss that he knew she was going to have trouble understanding. No matter how hard you work to keep a secret from a group of friends as close as this one, you’re fighting a losing battle, and this battle was already lost. Joey, wracked with guilt over his role in Rachel’s little bedtime debacle, had come to his office at NYU and made a full confession. He was now sporting a bruise on his knuckle from swinging wildly at Joey and hitting the door to his office. And worse, he now had the unenviable task of getting Rachel to cheer up without telling her too much about his own feelings. After all, the two of them had been through enough over the last five years to fill a dozen seasons of soap opera scripts and he didn’t want to add another layer of confusion. It had been a last minute invitation he’d offered her over the phone and she’d told him she wouldn’t make it right away with all the work she had piling up at Ralph Loren, but he could get started without her and she’d join him a bit late. While he sat waiting, he conjured memories of his days at Lincoln High. He often went back to this time in his life when he was feeling particularly nostalgic about his complicated relationship with Rachel. Back then, typing classes were a staple of ninth and tenth grade study hall periods – they learned on typewriters bolted to metal desks by completing “lines” without making mistakes as fast as they could. Every class, the person who got the highest correct word count from the previous week’s lesson would be handed a hall pass and given the afternoon off. Ross and his friend Will used to use these classes as excuses to pass notes and arrange for meetings of the “I Hate Rachel” club, so they never managed to earn parole from the keyboard. But when Will wasn’t looking, Ross had fond memories of watching Rachel do battle with the arcane typing apparatus in a desperate effort to learn a skill she was never truly well-suited to mastering, especially not with two inch press-on nails and a ridiculous assortment of rings and bracelets getting in the way. This was Ross’s first exposure to the girl who would soon become Lincoln High’s “queen bee” and head cheerleader. It was here that Rachel took on Monica as a sort of reclamation project. It was here where Rachel first earned her reputation as possessing a ‘teeny weenie” (courtesy of Will). And it was here where Ross got his first evidence that Rachel had a quirk of biology that made her seem, somehow, more attainable and less plastic to him than the other members of the “in crowd” at Lincoln. The interminable 95 minute study hall period always concluded the Monday afternoon class schedule and proved to be an enormous challenge for Rachel’s small bladder. In fact, on one occasion, Ross was certain he caught sight of a wet spot on the inside of her thighs just before her skirt fell into place covering her leggings, but she scurried out of the room at the sound of the closing bell, so he was never able to confirm it. This little vulnerability of hers had been the source of many wet dreams and many hours spent concealing inappropriately active pieces of male anatomy on Mondays for young Ross. He’d heard through the grapevine that some of the cheerleaders were caught peeing behind the bleachers during football games and had suddenly become a huge Bobcats football fan, claiming that his interest had gone way back to his days of playing the “Geller-bowl” with Monica, but secretly watching Rachel for signs of desperation at every home game. On one occasion, he was almost completely certain he saw her spraying the grass while fumbling with her shoelaces in an awkward crouch, surrounded by cheer squad teammates; and later that same evening, when she walked off the field and disappeared behind the bleachers, he almost trampled a couple of freshmen in his way as he stumbled clumsily down to see what she was doing. Alas, by the time he got to field level, she was already jogging back to the sidelines, but he could swear he caught the scent of freshly laid urine in the grass. He had told Will about it – in an offhand sort of way, to see whether he was as weird as he feared he might be for obsessing over something like this, but Will only seized upon the story as an opportunity for a little ruthless rumor-mongering. Sure enough, within a few days, it was all over Lincoln that Rachel Greene, cheer-squad co-captain and homecoming queen, was a bed-wetter – an unfair extrapolation, to be sure, but most rumors are. And this one had the misfortune of being true, as Ross later discovered, when he caught sight of her crying and bolting into the girls’ room outside the gym after spotting a poster Will had obviously put together to commemorate the rumor. Looking back on it now, Ross could only see the sweet, vulnerable young woman Rachel had proved to be when she came to city to escape her marriage to Barry Farber. Spoiled by privilege, perhaps, but always with a heart of gold and a generosity that only needed the slightest coaxing to come forward in the service of her friends, Rachel was hardly the enemy that Will and Ross imagined even as Ross harbored feelings for her that he couldn’t understand or express. And it all started with typing class and a girl with a fragile bladder. “Hey! Sorry I’m a little late, but it looks like the wine hasn’t even been poured yet, so I think I did pretty well!” There she was, sitting down across from him, smiling brightly. She was in a good mood this evening. “Damn,” Ross whispered. This was going to be harder than he thought. “What?” she asked. “You have a funny look on your face. Ross, is something wrong?” “Hm? No…no…not exactly. How’ve you been doing lately? How’s Phoebe treating you?” Rachel stared back blankly for a second, as though trying to determine if this was just small talk or if his question had a directed purpose. “Rach?” “Sorry. Phoebe is…well…it’s Phoebe, what can I say? Living with her is an adventure!” She said this as happily as she dared without sounding too over the top. “But something is obviously bothering you…what’s going on?” Ross took a moment to decide what to say next, and then, what did come out of his mouth was even more deliberate and precise than usual for him. “Joey told me what happened, Rachel. Are you OK?” “Ross, what are you talking about?” She looked like she’d seen a ghost. The color drained from her cheeks in a flash. “It’s OK, Rach…Joey came by my office today. Seems he was feeling guilty for his part in Phoebe’s little prank and wanted to get it off his chest. He made me promise not to tell anyone, but I wanted you to know…you don’t ever have to worry about that with me.” He put his hands on the table and offered one to her, but she didn’t take it. She scanned him carefully, trying to decide exactly how much he knew about the outcome of the prank, and what he meant by his last words. Then she noticed his blackened thumb knuckles. Ross never did know how to punch properly – he always seemed to hurt his thumb in the process. “What happened?!” she gasped. “Ross, is Joey OK?” “He’s fine. But rest assured, he got the message. As did my office door, so you have nothing to fear from that two-faced wooden bastard.” Rachel involuntarily giggled – Ross always did know how to get her to relax. As she once recalled telling Monica, he could be very smooth. Of course, he was also the guy with the severely bruised thumb knuckle. She laughed again after catching sight of the wound a second time and Ross nodded and put his hands back on his lap. “So…are you OK?” “Just don’t tell anyone else…I’d rather not have this sort of thing be common knowledge.” “We’ll get her back…she messed with the wrong roommate.” “Ross…no…it’s over. If you try anything now, she’ll think that I told you about it and assume we’re in cahoots. It’ll get out of control…just drop it. The less said about it, the better.” Ross shook his head. He never did like accepting defeat, even on behalf of a friend who seemed to have adjusted to it. He always had to be right. “Rach…Phoebe isn’t the kind of girl who backs off just because she thinks she’s made some point. Don’t get me wrong…I love her to death, but she’s kind of a bad winner…especially when she’s had something to drink. Trust me…if we don’t get something on her, it’ll come up again. You know how bad she is at keeping secrets!” “Oh no no no…this is one secret she’ll want to keep. As long as I stay quiet and let up on the jokes at her expense, she’ll play ball.” Rachel approached this conversation with surprising calm, but her face was turning red and Ross thought he caught a glimpse of genuine fear in her eyes behind the forced smile she offered him. She fidgeted awkwardly in her seat and then looked over her shoulders in both directions. “Can we just drop this? It’s bad enough that it happened again, I’d rather not relive it.” “An interesting turn of phrase,” Ross thought to himself. With a sigh, he decided that he’d better not push her too much more right at this moment. “OK. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed. You have nothing to be embarrassed about – they’re the ones who were out of line. But let’s change the subject.” “Thank you.” “So what are you in the mood for? I hear the chicken’s good here.” “No…thank you. For what you said. For what you…tried to do.” “Forget about it. You’re Rachel…you can always count on me.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The meal was winding down and Ross was flagging down the waiter some two hours later when Rachel, still laughing from Ross’s ridiculous impersonation of Michael Dukakis, excused herself to head for the ladies room and Ross watched her hastily swim her way through the crowd. The night was almost over and something inside him burned to say something more about her little misadventure with Phoebe. He would have to be very delicate in the way he phased it, but he needed to clarify how he felt about all of this. There was just something in the way she’d looked at him when this subject came up that tugged at his heart – some unspoken fear in her eyes that gnawed at him. “Your check, sir,” came the stiff voice of the waiter. “I trust everything was to your liking.” Ross didn’t answer, except to weakly nod, barely acknowledging the presence of the waiter. “Very good, sir.” After he’d extracted a credit card from his wallet and handed the check back to the waiter, Ross was again alone with his thoughts. He knew Rachel’s bladder issues were bothering her more than she was willing to admit. He had to say something – something to prove to her that it wasn’t worth feeling so ashamed over such a small problem. But what could he say without risking her finding out that he was actually turned on by the thought of her losing control? “You know, Rachel; there are plenty of people out there who would find your small bladder endearing.” No. Too obvious. “Just so you know, Rachel; I’ve known about your small bladder since high school, and it didn’t stop me from falling for you.” No. Too negative sounding. Ross had seen how such a tactic worked with Rachel when he had composed a list of reasons not to be with her four years ago. Every other combination he tried had some flaw in it. He’d about given up on the idea of pressing the issue any further by the time Rachel returned from the bathroom. They were all paid up and Ross was signing the receipt by the time she reached the table. “Thanks for dinner, Ross. I really needed a nice night out with a friend.” “It was my pleasure.” He retrieved her coat and draped it over her shoulders so she could climb into it. “Come on…it’s not too cold tonight, let’s walk.” Rachel nodded and they stepped out into the night air. The streets were still fairly busy until they’d gotten as far as Central Park West, and then the crowds thinned. Their walk toward the village became a lengthy, moonlit stroll as the evening grew cooler and frost began forming on the grass along the edge of the park. For a while they walked in silence, both content to enjoy the scenery and the company of a friend. To Ross’s surprise, Rachel was the one to break through the quiet. “Ross, can I ask you a question?” The words were innocuous enough, but the sound of fear and emotion catching in her throat was unmistakable. Ross’s heart skipped a beat. “Always.” He heard her swallow hard and take a deep breath, as if to steady her nerves. “You had a thing for me all the way back in high school. Did you…I mean were you…” She sighed heavily – the words were stubbornly refusing to form, but Ross thought he knew what she was getting at. He stopped her with a firm grip on her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes, now glassy with a hint of new tears. “Come here, Rach,” he uttered softly. He pulled her into a hug and, out of force of habit, ran a hand through her hair. To his surprise, she was trembling a little, fighting to control her emotions. “It’s OK, Rach. You never had to be perfect to be wonderful.” The trembles became full body shakes as Rachel dissolved into open sobbing. They stayed there, in that embrace, for what seemed like an eternity, before Rachel put a hand on Ross’s shoulder and backed away enough to look him in the eye again. “That may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” She wiped her eyes dry and took another deep breath to steady herself before resuming her slow walk toward her apartment, Ross following closely behind her. “To answer your question; we all knew you had trouble with your bladder. And we all still looked up to you. It wasn’t even an issue, Rach.” “Well it was to me. You don’t know what it’s like to be the center of attention, Ross. Wherever I went, someone was always watching. You can’t imagine how exhausting it is to be that person sixteen hours a day…to never make mistakes…to never give them a reason to turn on you.” “You’re right…I can’t imagine that. I was just a band geek with geology posters on his locker door.” “Oh, and it didn’t end in high school for me. In college, I was the head of my sorority…and the fashion industry is full of people like me. Sometimes, I almost wish I could blend in the way you do.” “Hey!” “What?” “I’m not THAT ordinary, am I?” She turned and took his hand and he smiled sheepishly at her. “Ross, Ross, Ross…you are anything but normal.” He blinked at her, unsure of whether to take that as a compliment or a joke. “OK…that sounded better in my head.” He smirked and kissed her on the forehead. “I got the message.” They meandered southward and eventually came upon the village. As they got closer to home, Ross felt an urge and blurted something out without even thinking about it. “You know, Rach, I don’t think I’d have noticed you in high school if you hadn’t been unique in some way.” “What? Everyone noticed me…I was cheer squad co-captain, homecoming queen, yearbook photographer! I was everywhere, man!” She wasn’t annoyed by his comment. In fact she seemed to be in a good mood now that she’d gotten some things off her chest. “Not to burst your bubble, but not everyone goes for the homecoming queen. To me, you were the innocent, adorable girl who couldn’t type to save her life, made friends with the fattest girl in school just to be nice and had a bladder the size of a thimble.” “So…let me see if I understand you correctly here. You actually LIKED that I…erm…had problems with…that?” “I guess so…it was one of the first things I noticed about you.” “But…why?” She’d stopped dead in her tracks and was looking deeply confused, even a little suspicious. Ross turned, saw the look on her face, and panicked. He’d gone further out on a limb than he realized – it was as if the truth had crawled out of his heart and left a hole there on its way to Rachel’s ear. “Forget it…it’s not a big deal. My point was that I saw the real person, not some perfect high school mannequin.” He stiffly turned back toward home and walked away a few steps before he realized that Rachel wasn’t following. She was still frozen in place and staring at him. The suspicion was thankfully gone, but replaced by a hint of shock. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Rach…” It was Ross’s turn to be terrified now. “Oh my God,” she said much louder. “The football games…is that why you suddenly started coming to the football games?” Ross desperately scrambled for the right words to say in reply, but nothing came. He turned blood red and sank to a seated posture on the curb for lack of strength in his knees. “Ross?” “It wasn’t just that,” he said quietly. “But it was you.” “And that had something to do with it? Ross, I don’t understand…how could that be something attractive? Help me out here…” She sat down next to him, suddenly not caring that her dress might get a little dirty. For a few minutes, he said nothing at all – only looking down at his leather dress shoes to studiously avoid her gaze. As if sensing that he needed it, Rachel put a hand on his far shoulder and rested her head on the close one. “I don’t know, Rach. I don’t know why I noticed that – I definitely didn’t understand it back then. It was like instinct.” “I can’t believe you’d tell me that.” “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said anything.” She immediately tightened her grip on him and leaned her head closer to his ear. “No, Ross…don’t be sorry. I don’t know what to do with this, but I’ll be OK. I’m just amazed you’d take such a risk with me.” “One thing you’ve got to know about me, Rachel. If I think it’ll make you happy, I’ll never be afraid to make a fool of myself for you. I mean…it’s you.” The night deepened around them and the moon disappeared out of sight beyond the towering buildings that surrounded them. In the glow of the streetlight, they remained as though lost in time.
  22. I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.
  23. This is a story I've started working on in my spare time. Probably gonna post more as it comes. May add more tags as I go. Hope you enjoy! ————————— 1. ‘Caiden!’ He turned his head as he heard his name and saw Victor running up to him. ‘Hey. Where were you earlier? You missed English.’ Caiden tried his best not to blush. ‘Yeah. Sorry. I . . . wasn’t feeling well.’ He looked down and mumbled, ‘Stomach upset.’ Victor frowned, now caught up and walking alongside him. ‘Again? Didn’t that happen last week too?’ Caiden nodded. ‘Yeah. In Math.’ His friend made a face. ‘Sorry, dude. Was it something you ate?’ Caiden shrugged. ‘Maybe. It’s hard to tell. Mom thinks it might be some IBS shit or something . . . Anyway. Let’s change the subject, you don’t wanna hear about my bowel movements.’ Victor laughed. ‘Maybe I do?’ Caiden stopped, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, and Victor laughed again. ‘Nah, bro, just kidding.’ Caiden laughed as well and they resumed their walk, but then he was quiet, mostly just listening as Victor talked about what they’d gone over in English that afternoon. They parted ways at their usual spot and exchanged fistbumps. Then Caiden set off home. Truth was, he had barely made it to the bathroom in time today. In fact, he hadn’t, a little bit had come out in his shorts before he managed to get them off. He carried a spare pair of underwear in his gym bag that was stashed in his locker, thankfully, so he’d been able to change, but it was still embarrassing. When he got home, no one else was there yet. His parents were both at work and his younger twin brothers still at school. He went to the bathroom, getting his soiled shorts out of a plastic bag in his backpack and rinsing it in the bathtub before throwing it in the laundry basket. Entering his room, he pondered. He knelt next to the bed and pulled out the drawer underneath, where he kept his nighttime diapers. Caiden had been wetting the bed all his life. It was like his body had never quite pulled off that whole subconsciously holding your bladder thing. He’d had a few close calls in the daytime as well, though he hadn’t wet himself when awake since he was in grade school. Now he was seventeen. His stomach troubles had started about half a year ago. Until today, he’d managed to make it to the toilet every time, but this minor accident had made up his mind about something he’d been considering for a while; whether he should wear his diapers in the daytime as well. A couple of weeks ago he’d woken up with a stomach ache and, in his sleepy, groggy state, had let it all out in his diaper instead of rushing to the toilet. Once he woke up properly, he felt ashamed. He’d gone to the bathroom, changed himself, and gotten rid of the evidence. If they found out, his mom would worry, his brothers would tease him, and his step-dad would be a dick about it as usual, like he was about everything else. He’d sworn to himself never to do it in his diaper again, but since then it had begun to occur to him that it might not be so bad to have a safety net of sorts. So if he didn’t make it in time, he’d have an easy fix. It could have come in handy today. The diapers he slept in were designed for heavy urine incontinence, though not really for bowel incontinence. Still, it wasn’t like he’d be properly pooping in them, they’d just be there for safety. Caiden undressed, leaving just his chest binder on. Then he took a diaper from the drawer and put it on. He pulled his shorts and his jeans back on and looked in the mirror. The jeans were loose, like most of his clothes, and he inspected himself thoroughly. There was no real noticeable bulge. Caiden had been blessed with slim hips and a small behind. The padding made no noticeable difference. He moved around a bit, listening for any noise. There wasn’t much. A slight occasional crinkle, his waistband sliding against the diaper, but nothing anyone would notice. He stared at his reflection and laughed at himself a little. Was he really going to wear a diaper to school tomorrow? His stomach rumbled. ‘Fuck, not this again,’ he muttered. He made to go to the bathroom, but then the thought occurred to him that he might want to test the diaper, see if it could hold a potential accident. He reached to undo his jeans, take off both them and his shorts so they wouldn’t risk getting messy . . . but there was no time. Caiden farted loudly, and then the poop rushed out of him and into his diaper. It was soft and squishy, not exactly liquid diarrhoea, but far from solid. Then it stopped, though he knew there was more, and, figuring that he might as well get it all out, he squatted down and pushed, groaning with the strain. When it was over, he was trembling and panting. He stood up, making a face at the feeling of his full diaper. He inspected himself in the full length mirror. There was now a considerable bulge, but his jeans looked fine, and he took them off. His shorts were fine too, though he didn’t want to gamble on the diaper holding this kind of load for long, and so he got a fresh one out of the drawer and went to the bathroom to clean up and change. Standing in the shower, he felt suddenly horny. He reached down, rubbing himself. He thought of Victor. Then he wondered what Victor would think if he knew that Caiden wore diapers now. The thought made him blush. Somehow, the thought of Victor knowing turned him on more, and he rubbed himself yet more vigorously, until he came with shaking thighs. By the time Caiden was finished in the bathroom, his mother had come home. ‘Oh!’ she said, as he came out of the bathroom. ‘There you are, Kayla.’ ‘Mom, it’s Caiden,’ he said, somewhat exasperated. ‘I’m sorry. Caiden.’ She sighed. ‘I’m sorry, it just takes a little getting used to, is all.’ ‘Yeah. It’s okay. Just . . . try?’ ‘I am. I promise. I haven’t referred to you as my daughter in months.’ She smiled. ‘How was school?’ ‘It was okay.’ Caiden hesitated. ‘Mom?’ ‘Mhm?’ ‘I . . . I had another stomach upset today and . . . I kind of had an accident. Just . . . just a little one!’ he hurried to say. ‘I just . . . almost didn’t make it. To the bathroom.’ His face felt hot. ‘Aww, I’m sorry, baby!’ Caiden’s mother hugged him. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yeah. Fine. But . . .’ He licked his lips. ‘I think I should . . . start wearing the . . . you know. In the daytime as well. Like, to school. Just . . . just as a precaution. Until we can figure out what’s wrong with my stomach, you know?’ His mother nodded. ‘Hm, yeah . . . That might actually be a good idea. If you’re having a hard time making it to the bathroom on time. It would be just awful if you pooped your pants in class, wouldn’t it?’ Caiden snorted. ‘“Just awful” doesn’t begin to cover it, Mom. It would be the end of my life.’ ‘All right. I’ll make sure we keep stocked up, all right, baby?’ ‘Yeah. Thanks, Mom.’ Caiden bit his lip. ‘Hey . . . do you think you could maybe not mention this to Brandan and Ryker? Or to Sam? I . . . I’d rather they not know. It’s embarrassing enough wearing diapers at night.’ ‘Of course, sweetie.’ She hugged him. ‘I won’t tell a soul.’
  24. As promised here is the follow up to ‘In Times of Desperation’. Book 2, chapter 1: Will opened his fridge for milk to pour on his freshly made coffee, staring openly at the sausages in front of him trying to work out why they were there. Will only ever ordered exactly what he ate each week, via the internet, and today, Monday, there should be chicken or beef, 1 onions, 2 garlic cloves, ginger, some milk, one yoghurt and a little butter. Sausages were Saturday’s meal. Will checked the calendar as he suddenly realised why his Saturday food had been uneaten. Since meeting Sarah he’s thrown food out for the first time in his adult life. Will hated wastage, but he loved Sarah. As his toast popped in the toaster he dropped the sausages in the bin and smiled as he recalled what he had actually been doing two nights ago instead of eating the sausages. Sarah was worth it. More than worth it. Besides today wasn’t a usual Monday anyway. Today he had no work for the first time in a very long time, which threw Will off kilter and made him anxious but did provide a major bonus of a whole week of seeing Sarah. Will ate his breakfast in the exact same time frame as usual, showered, dressed, packed his coffee cup with fresh coffee in his Tupperware box, as always, and left his apartment exactly to the minute as he did every work day. Locking the apartment door he slipped his coat on, left arm first as was his habit, his backpack over his shoulder, his car keys in his right hand pocket. In his car Will turned his sat nav on and drove the few miles to Sarah’s, even though he had driven the same short journey so many times before. Sarah sipped her tea and ate her porridge as she checked her emails at her small dining table. It felt weird not going to work on a Monday but as the landlord needed access to the building to do some essential repairs she was forced to close for a week. She had been so looking forward to this week, a whole week with her new lover Will, but despite them sharing some incredibly passionate moments in the month since they met there were still aspects of her life he didn’t know, and for now she wanted it to stay that way. Glancing at the clock she finished her tea, quickly checked her online bank account then closed her laptop. Today she wasn’t a therapist, today she and Will were decorating her living room together in what had been Will’s idea one night when she casually said she was thinking of changing her ceiling light as it cast a terrible shadow in one corner of the room. When Will offered to fit it he quite bluntly asked when her ceiling was last painted and so the plan of decorating was formed. Sarah didn’t dare admit she was hopeless at DIY as she opened the box that Will had left there the day before with two overalls, cover sheets, brushes, paint, rollers, trays, turpentine, wallpaper paste, masking tape, wallpaper and decorating scissors. Thankfully Will had everything already since he did everything himself on his own apartment as he hated having any workmen ever in. Sarah hadn’t touched her house since she moved in, deliberately renting somewhere that had been freshly decorated. Will rang Sarah’s bell and pushed the door open, still feeling nervous despite having been in the house many times in the last month. He had planned it all out in detail, calculating exactly how much paper and paint they would need and how much paste to mix and even how long he expected it would take. ‘Sarah, it’s me, Will.’ Sarah loved Will’s voice. It sent shivers through her. ‘I’m in the kitchen.’ ‘Hi, is it ok to just get started? I have it all written down here. I’ll start with the ceiling, then the fireplace wall then move round to this one with the kitchen door. It’s smaller but will take a bit longer with painting round the door, then it’s this wall with the door from the stairs then I’ll end with the window wall. I reckon even with the moving furniture around I’ll have this all done by 5. It’ll still need time to dry but after I clean up and all that I’ll be away by 5:30 the same time I leave work.’ Sarah laughed. ‘Will, you’re my boyfriend not my handy man! You don’t need to leave at 5:30...and unlike work you don’t need to hold your bladder all day either. That’s unless you want to...’ She winked at Will but he was already taking off his jumper, climbing into the overall and heading into the main room to get started.
  25. "Uuuhh... hmmmmm...." You slowly opened your eyes. As your consciousness groggily returned to you, you were greeted by the sight of a beautiful woman's face sleeping right in front of you. No discomfort came to you as she was a person you really knew well. After all, she was Morgana, your dear darling wife. You two had been married for over a year. But instead of settling down like an ordinary family, you two instead decided to continue your wandering lives as adventurers. And last night, just like many other nights, you two slept together under a shared tent. "Oooh, dear, using such a cliched phrase to woo your wife..." As usual, she was as talkative as ever in her sleep. Your arms were currently wrapped around her... a) naked body, allowing you to feel every inch of her soft skin, pleasant warmth, and nice scent. You blushed remembering how you two got wild last night. She might look demure in everyday life, but she could be quite the predator in bed. b) semi-naked body. She was wearing only her bra and panties. You didn't have intercourse last night, but she pretty much rubbed her body all over you. c) clothed body. You two were terribly tired last night. You only enjoyed the warmth of each other as you two drifted to sleep. You then took a glance at the blanket covering you two. a) It looked dry. Why would it be anything different? b) It looked dry. You sighed in relief. You didn't want your sweet wife to be upset after all. c) It looked dry. You couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. She was so cute when she got all flustered. d) There was a large wet patch at Morgana's side. W-what? Could it be that she-- e) There was a large wet patch at Morgana's side. You sighed. She did it again. f) There was a large wet patch at Morgana's side. Oh that woman! You were happy that she was willing to indulge in your odd, perverted taste but sometimes she went too far with it. And every time she did something like this, the laundry duty fell to you instead of her!
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